1. |
Eventually
03:11
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Verse 1:
I miss the taste of cinnamon in my mouth when you come around,
but you say I don't taste the same.
You twist me up and then you turn me down,
and beat me at my own game.
So I tell myself it was just a matter of time,
my heart it was bound to break.
I'll search for logic in these petulant games
and lose track of what's at stake.
Chorus 1:
So I say I'm fine, but you read between the lines and
I'll be alright if you just give me time.
Eventually.
Verse 2:
If I can wriggle my way out of shit that I said that I'd do last week,
would you notice or would you care?
I've been spending so much time keeping up this losing streak,
and I realize that it's not fair.
So I reach for doors that have been slammed in my face
and try to make up for the loss.
I try again to mend this love that we have,
and pray that it comes across.
But it's worth a shot when
Chorus 2:
I say I'm fine, but you read between the lines and
I'll be alright if you just give me time.
Eventually.
Chorus 3:
I say I'm fine, but you read between the lines and
I'll be alright if you just give me time, if you just give me time.
Chorus 4:
I say I'm fine, but you read between the lines and
I'll be alright if you just give me time.
Eventually.
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2. |
Down
03:39
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And I'm feeling so down
when you turn me down.
So I let myself out,
and I'll let you get some sleep now.
I'm waking up at 1 PM.
Phone in for a lifeline again.
Ride a hurricane through unfiltered vents
and send a postcard from the bitter end.
Maybe I've been careless, but I could care less if I die.
Don't let me drown in mediocrity because my wings got to wet to fly.
I need no bullshit absolution, give me no facts backed alibi.
This is a Convict's Constitution. I'll rest on Wax Caps for a while.
And in a blaze of incandescence, through shrouds of smoke I saw a sign
but then I flicked off my lighter, because I got way too fucking high.
I'm just like -
Take me to church again.
Rid me of these demons.
Take me to church again
and rid me of these demons.
Rinse me in holy waters.
Ridicule these ashes, ripping out her own eyelashes.
Won't you take me to church again;
these things I don't believe in?
Take me to church again
and watch me break.
Watch me break.
Watch me.
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3. |
Toby Did It
03:18
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Verse 1:
Gold idols spider prophets I get caught in webs of lies.
So I jumped the train tracks and found that even heroes have a shelf life.
And so I trick-or-treat down boulevards and search for meaning
and though I'm seemingly decisive I'm divisive in my mind.
Chorus 1:
And this world that I don't recognize is bursting at the seams.
We're all caught up in some Ponzi scam that nobody believes.
I try to run, you try to hide, and someone tries to scream.
But I'm the one I'm running from, I'm fucked beyond belief.
You can try to trade your dollars for a smile.
But I'll get high and watch the office for a while.
Verse 2:
On the side of the road are broken hearts by the by they
fade like forgotten stars and worn outs cars on the highway.
And though my restless heart may fail me, I don't think I'm out of place
when I hit the lights and try to get away.
Chorus 1:
And this world that I don't recognize is bursting at the seams.
We're all caught up in some Ponzi scam that nobody believes.
I try to run, you try to hide, and someone tries to scream.
But I'm the one I'm running from, I'm fucked beyond belief.
You can try to trade your dollars for a smile.
But I'll get high and watch the office for a while.
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4. |
Little Man
02:28
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Verse 1:
*Bump*There I am, little man on surface of the Moon skippin rocks with the flock I’ve got to head out soon
I’ve taken rest test my patience lately waiting for the tide to reside
Chorus 1:
But I don’t know the first things about my taxes yet
A 20 year old holding onto hope but I bet
I’ll figure out eventually but only if you let me make my own mistakes
Verse 2:
*Bump* Coastal ghosts floating over from the boats they start boast hosting those who know the right way to disclose the information making everyone go crazy purple gazing into hazy eyes
Chorus 2:
But I don’t know the first things about my taxes yet
A 20 year old holding onto hope but I bet
I’ll figure out eventually but only if you let me make my own mistakes
Bridge:
Everyone I know trying to tell me where to go
I’m sick of sticking to the status quo
But I’m here to make it clear I do not fear nor am I near to giving up and letting go
Chorus 3:
But I don’t know the first things about my taxes yet
A 20 year old holding onto hope but I bet
I’ll figure out eventually but only if you let me make my own mistakes
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5. |
Where Do I Begin
04:47
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Verse 1:
It takes me back to memories from before,
these conversations behind closed doors.
It's been years since I've been to church.
I'd forgotten most of it, but I remember how this works.
Chorus 1:
When I profess to you my sins like I was in confession
if you say you love me just to keep me under control.
When I profess to you my sins like I was in confession
if you say you want me just to keep me under your skin.
Verse 2:
Where do I begin? And where's left to go?
You safely answer that you don't know.
And that was shrewd, as you always were.
I'd forgotten most of it, but I remember how this works.
Chorus 2:
When I profess to you my sins like I was in confession
if you say you love me just to keep me under control.
When I profess to you my sins like I was in confession
if you say you want me just to keep me under your skin.
Solo
Chorus 3:
When I profess to you my sins like I was in confession
if you say you love me just to keep me under control.
When I profess to you my sins like I was in confession
if you say you want me just to keep me under your skin.
Oh and when I walk through that door just like 10,000 times before
and you say you love me just just to keep me under your skin
where do I begin?
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Wax Caps Asbury Park, New Jersey
A ragtag funky jazz-rock crew with a psychadelic exterior
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