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Decidedly Not
03:03
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So this is where you found me
I'm lying on the floor
I had a nervous breakdown
Like all the ones before
If you asked me if I'm okay
I would've said I'm fine
And everything is alright
But that's all just a lie
And if I wore my heart on my sleeve
It wouldn't be anything you'd ever want to see
Well I'm slowly running out of reasons to be happy
It's getting hard to believe in me
I think I'm having issues
I'm getting so stressed out
On things that shouldn't bother me
Well they're still bringing me down
Why am I so pathetic
I'm feeling so alone
A cold and awkward silence on the entire car ride home
I'm trying to get a grip but that stopped being easy
It's getting hard to believe so don't
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Recycling Bin
02:58
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I think that you recycled me
Like you do pop cans or cardboard boxes
You cut your ties, the way that you cut your losses
But it don’t feel like a loss to me
I’ve got this heavy burden off my shoulders
I think that you recycled me well I guess it beats the dumpster
And I don’t think you could ever throw me out
I don’t think you could ever go without
I don’t think you could ever throw me out
No, no
I think that you just set me free
I’m nothing but a stray dog at the park
My collar would have read your name
But I’ll take your bite over all your bark
Well you don’t seem like a bitch to me
You still seem pretty nice
I guess some things just never change
(But that's not an excuse to stay)
And I don’t think I’m ever gonna be
A person that you’re ever gonna need
So tell me if you’re even listening
No, no
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3. |
Cold Hands
03:07
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I’d rearrange my bedroom and I’d think about my life
I’d stop playing songs by Brand New if they’re a band you did not like
And if it made a difference I could learn to quiet down
I know I’m always talking, and I know I’m way too loud
And I would put you in your place
If you want me to do that
And I would stay up every night
If it meant I had your back
And I would learn to change my ways,
If you’d like that
It’s something to agree, yeah I’ve never been more sure
It’s a matter of opinion but nobody’s keeping score
These songs are low fidelity, but your love is clear to me
I promise I won’t argue if you let me off easy
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4. |
Break My Legs
03:10
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Maybe I should stop complaining
And move on with my life
Try to latch on to some meaning of the things that I got right
Maybe I should fall apart now
To pick myself back up
Reassemble all the pieces into something I’m proud of
I’m sinking fast, but I’m not sad
I’ve said my piece but it’s not so bad
Why would you break my heart when you could break my legs
Why would you tear me down when there are easier ways
To go and wreck my day, not like I want you to
But I can count on you to never follow through
I’ll do all of the explaining
Of things I had to change
I know everyone had told me but it’s better off this way
Maybe I’ll amount to something
And move on with my life
Try to latch on to some meaning and become someone I like
Maybe I should stop complaining
And get myself in check
No amount of clever words could ever take back what I said
And maybe you’re still angry
Well some things never change
And I know that’s not an excuse to stay
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5. |
Forever Hungover
03:45
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There is a body on a stretcher
I left the driveway, it's a vacant, distant mess
I’ve got some pictures on my phone
But I can’t bear to look at them
You’re looking awkward in this picture
You’re looking like you’ve gone days without sleep
I've memorized the names and faces
But that doesn’t change a thing
And when we die
We will die
Work past the boundaries of disaster
Straight out the window, and falling off the roof
My friends will tell me that I’m okay
Yeah but I don’t want them to
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Marathoner
02:25
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We can count each other's scars
But you'd outnumber me three to one
You said that I lived a sheltered life
I hate to admit it but I think you're right
And I don't believe that God is dead
But I'm afraid to you he already is
You stopped believing you could fix yourself
I stopped believing I was any help
So here's to letting go
The past is an abstraction
I've got no chance of ever holding on
And I don't want to know
How much time I have left
It scares me half to death
In a town a few hours from here
I hadn't seen you in a couple of years
You've got a boyfriend and a brand new life
I hope to God they both treat you right
We're grown up and we're moving on
I hope you're well in Marathon
For better or worse you paid your dues
I don't regret a moment spent with you
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Soapboxer Thunder Bay, Ontario
www.facebook.com/soapboxerband
Dream pop band from Thunder Bay, ON. We like playing tunes and making friends.
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