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Coward
03:35
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I'm the member of the group in the back of the train
Writing lyrics to express emotional pain
And I make crude jokes to myself cause it's better to shut up
I'm the partnerless kid in the chemistry class
Everyone picked someone but I never got asked
I work better alone but I'd like to be trusted for once
I'm the kid that eats lunch in the hallway alone
And then shoots up the school at the end of his rope
Which I can't repel off of 'cause I'm too scared to die
I'm the guy that chokes up when he talks to cute girls
Cause every time it happens they ruin my world
And I don't know anymore how to even try
I'm a coward, coward, call me out
I'm a wimp, I'm a pussy, I'll always back out
Of anything that requires confrontation
I'm just the absolute worst person you know
I'll love you for a second and never let go
Then find somebody else when you give me your rejection
I'm the family member at Thanksgiving dinner
Who stuffs himself silly and never gets thinner
I still get self-conscious taking off my shirt during sex
I'm the outcast of outcasts, they threw me to wolves
When they finally manned up and said they were too cool
To hang out with me and ignore everything that I said
I'm the kid that eats lunch in the hallway alone
And then shoots up the school at the end of his rope
Which I can't repel off of 'cause I'm too scared to die
I'm the guy that chokes up when he talks to cute girls
Cause every time it happens they ruin my world
And I don't know anymore how to even try
I'm a coward, coward, call me out
I'm a wimp, I'm a pussy, I'll always back out
Of anything that requires confrontation
I'm just the absolute worst person you know
I'll love you for a second and never let go
Then find somebody else when you give me your rejection
But at least I'm accepted when I'm up on stage
And I'm bleeding my heartbreak and anguish and rage
And when I go home tonight there's not one thing that's going to change
I'm a coward, coward, call me out
I'm a wimp, I'm a pussy, I'll always back out
Of anything that requires confrontation
I'm just the absolute worst person you know
I'll love you for a second and never let go
Then find somebody else when you give me your rejection
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Allergic
06:07
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I am in the passenger’s seat of a car, looking down at my phone,
and all of a sudden we pull into a parking lot. It’s Evanston.
I look at the driver and see a skinny Indian man who I don’t recognize,
and definitely didn’t notice upon entering the vehicle. We both step out of the car.
He and the car disappear and I am alone. I look at the address on the building we parked by.
Five hundred something Foster street. SafeRides. What the fuck? I don’t drink.
I then begin to think myself into a drunken stupor for justification.
I walk out of the parking lot into a post-apocalyptic version of downtown Evanston,
you know, by the theaters, where there’s the Urban Outfitters and the American Apparel and whatnot.
It is empty, except for an oblong-bodied version of a girl named Carmen
who I only knew from my math class Sophomore year. She has wings and is flying around.
Kristen Bell walks towards me in a very stressed manner. I hold her,
stroke her soft, beautiful face and tell her, “Everything’s going to be okay.
We’re going to get through this.” Jack Black runs to us screaming,
“DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU’RE DOING?!
YOU’RE GOING TO DISRUPT THE EVOLUTION OF HUMANITY!.”
We storm off past him into a shop, where various people walk around.
It is initially a pink-walled store, but there is a section in the back that is divided into two parts:
one for items relating to God, and one for items relating to Satan.
There is only a voiceover of Satan speaking, telling us what to buy. Satan hates everything.
We ponder, though, and ask him, “C’mon Satan, even beer? Everyone loves beer!”
Again, what the fuck? I. Don’t. Drink. There is a quick silence, and he replies, “Okay, yeah. I love beer,”
and everyone cheers, and I awake. I still feel a little dreamy though.
I see visions of a different beautiful girl, though one unrecognizable.
I picture her in the same car in the same parking lot that began the dream. She is dead.
Presumably from driving drunk or from a drunk driver. Why am I having this reoccurring imagery?
I then picture a white room with a human-sized test tube branching off into different tubes.
A woman that looks like a cross between the aforementioned unidentifiable woman
and my latest ex-girlfriend floats naked in the middle of the tube, seemingly unconscious.
After twisting and jerkingly being pulled into various positions,
she is sucked down one of the tubes, never to be seen again.
I follow this scene up with a reflection of my most suppressed memory,
and I realize, though this is technically “waking up in the middle of the night,”
I’ve gone to bed later than this the last five nights. I figure, I must tell someone about this,
someone that isn’t the notes app on my phone. So I go to my laptop,
wake it up in a similar manner that I awoke myself (suddenly),
and turn the brightness up one notch. I go to my recently revived Twitter account
and see a friend of mine post these five words: “I am allergic to waking up.”
I feel that her and I have similar allergies. More so than that,
we also have similar interests in the musical world, but I believe,
unfortunately, the interest in each other is one sided (guess which one).
It was, for a brief moment, years ago, mutual, but of course I ruined it
like I do most things. And because of my strict rule I don’t think that
it will ever be a possibility that her and I could be together,
but then again, why the fuck must I wrap myself up in these things so much?
It is a weakness I will never shake. So, I respond to her, she responds to me,
I respond to her again, she responds back, I respond one more time and then nothing.
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Leave
06:51
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A bluebird flies down south for the winter
To get away from the cold, frozen bitter
There’s a pile of snow in the canyons
Deeper than the tone of my heart’s palpitations
You know that someday I’m gonna fly
Deep into the southern sky
And I will leave this all behind
I’m not gonna say goodbye when I leave
When I leave you won’t remember me
A tree grows its leaves in the spring
To shield itself off from everything
There’s freshwater flowing in the rivers
And I feel the emptiness getting bigger
You know that someday I’m gonna swim
I’m gonna find the strength from within
And I will get what I give
There’ll be no farewells bid when I leave
When I leave you won’t remember me
The air becomes thick, dense and humid
To remind us all that we’re human
And if we can survive through the heat
Then we can survive anything
You know that someday I’m gonna run
Against the beating, boiling sun
And when I pass out, I’ll know I’m done
I’ll be surrounded by no one as I heave
And I gasp for fresh air
And nobody is there
To rehydrate me
When I leave, you won’t remember me
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Beautiful
08:49
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This winter has left me cold
And I'm done with myself
And life's getting old
I'll sleep when the sun comes up
And shines bright in my room
I hope it never does
My arms are still empty now
And I'm trying to fill
And get up from the ground
My legs are more weak than strong
And I'm walking away
Farewell and so long
It's a pattern I fall into, can't get myself out
I'm enveloped in my sadness, you don't know what it's about
It's your body that I dream of, the most beautiful of things
And I still get a little choked up every time I have to sing
And I still get a little choked up every time I have to sing
And I'm dreaming of white Christmases, but only half-asleep
I can give all that I have to you but that's not what you want
So I lay here in solitude with Jian Ghomeshi on in my headphones
The way that things appear
Aren't really there
And aren't even near
My life is leaning on
The crutch of my past
Mobility gone
I only smile when
I'm not in my home
And I'm dancing again
My heart will only beat
When it thinks it has
Something to receive
It's a pattern I fall into, can't get myself out
I'm enveloped in my sadness, you don't know what it's about
It's your body that I dream of, the most beautiful of things
And I still get a little choked up every time I have to sing
And I still get a little choked up every time I have to sing
And I'm dreaming of white Christmases, but only half-asleep
I can give all that I have to you but that's not what you want
So I lay here in solitude with Mark Kozelek on in my headphones
And this song isn't for anyone but me
But if the deaf choose to hear and the blind choose to see
I will tell them stories and act them all out
And then they will all know what my sadness is about
'Cause this isn't for effect or embellishment at all
My phone sits by me, sterile, waiting for a call
That I probably won't even answer
I'm married to loneliness
And when I lift up the veil
I know I can fix this
But I wasn't born with the right kind of skill set
To make it all better
And I long for attention of the intimate persuasion
And if she can be obtained then I want to go get her
And I will hold her till the planets fall
And I will hold her till I feel nothing at all
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The Hidden Light
07:46
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The winter rolls on in
And midnight rolls around
The room is dimly lit
By the cold snow on the ground
My throat is sore, I'm weary
I can't seem to start dreaming
I've got some brand new feelings
I tell them to my ceiling
The hidden light bleeds through
While I think of you
It only happens once a year
And I wish that you were here
To lay with me and watch the hidden light
A streetlight changes colors
Off deep in the distance
Past the sleeping mothers
Leaves the shadows tinted
My hands are cold and restless
They're trembling as they write this
They'd like to interlock with
A pair of someone else's
The hidden light bleeds through
While I think of you
It only happens once a year
And I wish that you were here
To lay with me and watch the hidden light
The woods are weak and fragile
The trees show naked branches
The teenagers light matches
And smoke away conditions
I drink a a glass of ginger
To get me through this winter
You make things so much clearer
I can't wait till I see you
The hidden light bleeds through
While I think of you
It only happens once a year
And I wish that you were here
To lay with me and watch the hidden light
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L. Mounts Chicago, Illinois
Singer of songs. Abstainer of substances. Bringer of plagues.
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