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I’ll sing to you through headphones
where ever you are, know you’re never alone
I’ll sing to you when you’re sleeping
nightmares creeping, when you’re feeling low
I’ll put my voice in a jar, sing your favorite bars
when you need something sweet
I’ll be the spark in your chest, to warm your flesh
I’ll be your distant need
I’ll be your ghost, I’ll stay so close
Down here I float, folding paper boats
With all of our hopes and all of the lyrics you love
I’ll sing to you a lullaby
Whenever you can’t sleep, whenever you cry
I’ll sing depressing notes
when you feel no hope and cannot look to the sky
I’ll put my voice in a jar, sing your favorite bars
and you can set aside from your lover
I’ll sing to you through headphones
car speakers and cell phones, until you let me come over…
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I drink beer from a can
I read shitty romance
and occasionally
I think I can dance
call me low maintenance girl
I’m on the bad side
of 25
Let’s start the party
while I’m still alive
I’ll drink until I’m 30
and then drink myself to 40
call me low maintenance girl
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There is a fever alight in my head
Burning through the drawers of my file cabinets
Now I cant remember
A time I felt right
This fever, these cold shakes
Occupy my nights
These lights are too bright
They eat through my slides
Now I cant remember
Your eyes into film burns
Fingertips recall your bare skin
Tracing lines across your shoulders
There are fewer tender moments
Fever dreams have killed my lover
Left me hollowed out Ill never
Find a good prospective buyer
Charred remains for all to see
Fever dreams laid waste to me
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Its so funny
Dreaming of me
When I was young only 17
If you have to ask what does it mean
Ill tell you now
It don’t mean a damn thing
Its so funny
Ill say it some more
Dreaming of you when I was 24
I just have to ask
Did it mean anything
(Read my lips)
No it don’t mean a damn thing
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I am still ashamed
My tongue cannot confess
The sin that Ive commit
From the first to the last kiss
You’ve got the high ground
I will be hung before sundown
I can’t live like this
Lungs without air
Punctured by regrets
Irreparable tear
When they take me down
My corpse will bring relief to the town
You’ll never have to see me around
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This game is not a game
This game is not a test
I only act the way I do
Cause I’m entirely distressed
You’ve offered me your hand
You’ve offered me advice
But it doesn’t make much difference
If you cant see things from my eyes
This pain is getting worse
It must just take my life
Its taken everything I hoped for
I have nothing left inside
And nothing left to hide
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Sitting in a dark room
Thinking of dark things
Until a light bulb blooms
And shadows appear
To watch me eat myself alive
I cut myself without a knife
Contract killers in the night
To do the job and do it right
Waste another view
On my view of guilt
I am made to feel dirty
365 hints
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Sugarpea #277 Wanted Man
00:54
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I am not a wanted man
But I've decided to turn myself in
These lyrics are flat
And they've been all month
But if you dislike my songs
We'll discuss it when I'm out
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I sleep on a bed much softer than mine
my fingers they fumble for something to find
My mind is still running at 500 miles
but the treadmill's for walking, it don't run that high
And a voice keeps saying
"We haven't started yet"
The food is fresh but slightly dry
Chainlink fences compartment sky
My parent couldn't figure why
I couldn't tell them I wanted to die
And a voice keeps saying
"We haven't started yet"
"It's not mandatory, but we want you to"
We've got books and board games to busy you
there's coloring, writing, and blankets too
They do what they can to take care of you
When you won't
When you can't...
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Up the dose, but don't get too close to me
I'm ready to go, cant rid me of anxiety
I am optimistic
and I'm gonna say what I've gotta say
But I am so damn anxious
Making me wait another day
One shift leaves and more come in
Empty rooms, one to myself
Watch the needles, heavy breathing
No sharp objects, decent eating
You never do it alone
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There will be plenty to say when I'm out of this room
and I'm not sure I'll be getting out anytime soon
They just upped the dose to see what I do
Are the drugs right for me?
Am I right for you?
We are, we are, we are
the worst kept secret that I've kept
and I hope for the best, but I don't expect
that you'll ever be out of my head
that you'll ever smile at me again
but at least I will have no regrets
I can't close my door and it's awfully bright
like the diner I dream of every night
where the patrons and servers wait for your reply
Were we right for each other?
Are we right this time?
I clumsily search for my line...
I hope for the best but I don't expect
that I'll see you again, outside of this bed
Let no moans and lyrics be left unsaid
cause' my health insurance doesn't cover regret
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Come back anytime
Forgive me if I do decline
these pills add pieces for peace of mind
And Ill call her from the parking lot
If this ends poorly hope they kept my spot
I keep the band around my wrist
Those who judge will be held in contempt
Not my friends, but mother said it worst
Left a message on your cellphone
But it might be left for someone else
And I clearly am obsessed
But Ive been cleared by doctors and therapists
I swear I'm not crazy
Id just like you to sit with me
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Who could
Forget a face like yours
And the pronunciation of your name
I could
Take the time to learn your tongue
But I'm surely the lowest rung
You would
Not happen to be interested
In a boy like me
I can
Not see a single thing
Its all red and my heart is beating
Scott Summers for the lonely, the lovely Jean
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Sugarpea #283 Desperate
01:49
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No I
Understand why
You need this time to yourself
Headphones
Kill the moment
You wrapped your arms around my chest
If I'm
Too hetero
For you to remove your clothes
Feel free
To fetishize
My melanin and my body tropes
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Sugarpea #284 Odd Pairs
02:53
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Envy
Those hands held
Like you
Might float away
But depression
Is concrete
And these pills
Are everyday
I never thought
Id never feel
This way again
I have more hope
In myself
Than the pills that I ate
Envy
Those odd pairs
Smiling
Though it sickens me
Somehow
Well I hope you know
Hopeful
Is all Ill always be
I always thought
That you'd find
Me in the end
It could be
Years before
I feel again
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Sugarpea #285 Hyperbole
02:08
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I could romanticize the way that you eat
or even the way that you sing off key
You sound like an angel when calling my name
the added incentive whenever you came
I could go on about your frequent collisions
and even turn sweet your bitter decisions
But damn, if I ever decided to listen
The romantic Romantic with rose-colored vision
I've turned so many girls into picturesque pieces
Perfect in moments, removed from their demons
But that's never fair to anyone here
So I'll sing for the girl who no longer cares
Sounds like an angel, but still has her demons
But that's why she was perfect
and that's not hyperbole...
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Sugarpea #286 26
01:20
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Thank god, 25 is over
but why must I be forced to remember
"Happy Birthday,
You're a loser"
And thank god that 25 is over
I was 24 the last time I held a lover
"Happy Birthday
You're still a loser"
I'd say a lot has changed in this ending year
least of all my attitude for having to be here
Or my behavior
when pushed in a corner
"Happy Birthday
You're the grand prize winner"
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Take my heart away
I haven't the patience to hear what it says
Take my heart away
We were a good pair until it brought you to me
Like a dog with the stick that I threw away
or a cat's rotting gift
On the porch is it's prey
So take my heart and put it in a box
Welding it shut once I've put on the locks
Forget the show, just take me home
I've been here before
Relapses are old
Just take me home...
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I had some serious, responsible plans
but my meds...
haven't made me start giving a damn
I mean, I do, I do, I do
but it's my motivation...
I'll figure it out
after I crawl out from the fetal position
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We had a good run
but what's done is done
and who's gone is gone
I brought it up
and now it's done
The last thing I want
is to write this stupid song
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Incomplete and incoherent
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Sugarpea #291 Contagion
01:33
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Like an airborne plague
I’ve been hit again
And it’s much too late
To vaccinate
I’ve been known to drag this out
So take me out back and put me down
There is no cure for this
Just keep your distance
I think I might be dying
Sucking fluids from an iv
But I cant read your bedside manner
Pity or hope? No I don’t think it matters
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Stuck in a groove
Spinning round and round again
“Everything is fine”
Is all I understand
Drop needle on
Flip to B side
Your voice is long gone
But “everything is fine”
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Sugarpea #293 Pressure
01:02
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Understand that you’re what made me
The pressure on my back that’s caving
The pressure on my hand that made me
Crush your eyes, when misbehaving
I feel sick in my skin
But its not your fault
Did I fail to make an entrance
If there was never any door
Understand that you’re the cause
I’m writhing on the floor
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On the beaches of El Camino
Its always, twilight
But we never saw the stars
We would listen to the radio
Or waves of passing cars
And we were nothing special
Just a storybook romance
Sharing nervous kisses
And always holding hands
You couldn’t touch the water
The tide would tear you apart
Leaving me a lonely prisoner
With a stranded heart
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Sugarpea #295 Dumb Guy
01:06
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Sleep in all day
Function, no way
I feel sorry
For myself today
I have been here
Quite a few times
But now I realize
I’ve been a dumb guy
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Sugarpea #296 Reset
00:57
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I am so unsure
Cant even decide on one song to sing to
I am so demure
My silence is scenery even when alone
The earth isn’t trembling
Nothing is happening
I find it unsettling
I am so…
I don’t even know
Something about me has changed on this evening
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I want to fall for you
Instead of talking myself into the role
Am I convincing myself that I am or am not interested
Only time will tell
But if I make you cry
I will feel like hell
Why can’t we just enjoy ourselves tonight?
When we last met
I was full of shit
And I’ve shoved it down
But there’s not any less
I’ve just realized that maybe
I was correct
In thinking that I like you
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Sugarpea #298 Past Me
00:59
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I can’t understand you
You’re so fucking sweet
If I could go back to
Destroy the past me
I would, why couldn’t he see
That you are magnificent
And I am just me
I’m sorry
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We played Leonard Cohen
While we fondled each other
Laid you and your worries
down, “No he’s not boring”
I cant believe that we’re talking again
Our downtown contusion sure seemed like the end
But here we are discussing dates and shared feelings
Caught off guard
By the kisses we’re stealing
You said “I was really angry with you”
Believe me, love
I was mad at me too
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The Yeti Colorado Springs, Colorado
Solo project featuring the frontman of A Bad Night For A Hero.
The Yeti writes deeply personal and melancholy music because he can and because there's no other place to go...
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