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Loveless
02:34
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I feel like a housewife in a loveless marriage with myself
My inner child is a handful, my bookshelf
It is neglected, all the stories left unread
And God I used to live so many lives
Talking to the ghosts on my walk home
To the notes in my cellphone
To myself, and I remind her that I like to be alone
What kind of friend would I even be?
What kind of person would I wanna meet?
Am I really happy on my own?
Do I really wanna throw away my phone
I wonder if it’s easier for me to let myself care
When the other person doesn’t really wanna be there?
'Cause I get scared
I try so damn hard to make everything my fault, don’t I? Don’t I?
I try so damn hard to make everything my fault, but I lie. Do I?
Maybe it’s all in my head, but the internet says
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My remaining instincts left with you, but am I lying through my teeth
Am I lying through my teeth?
'Cause I’m haunted by my shifting approach withdrawal
Am I ever gonna really wanna fall?
Am I ever gonna really wanna fall?
And I’m at my happiest when I’m lonely as hell
I miss voices but my choice is to hide in the silence
It’s too goddamn loud in my head when I don’t leave my bed
But I need the peace and I can’t take any other kinda noise
I try so damn hard to make everything my fault, don’t I? Don’t I?
I try so damn hard to make everything my fault, but I lie. Do I?
I try so damn hard to make everything my fault, don’t I? Don’t I?
I try so damn hard to make everything my fault, but I lie. Do I?
History is bound to be repeated and I’m terrified
'Cause when I said I never wanna try again I think I lied
I think I, I think I lied
I think I, I think I lie
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2. |
Roots
04:40
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Roots are growing back I can’t decide if I like ‘em
Everything is telling me to hide ‘em
Thinking about how all my natural colors turned neon
I’m feeling anxious better find a path to be on
Oh, I’m out of control
I bet you couldn’t tell by lookin
I wish the worry monster would go for a stroll
But now he’s found my calendar, and all my time he’s bookin’
Roots are growing back I can’t decide if I like ‘em
Still don’t know if I should try to fight ‘em
Thinking about when all my natural colors turned neon
I’m feeling anxious better go and put a ring on
Oh, I’m out of control
I bet you couldn’t tell by lookin
I wish the worry monster would go for a stroll
But now he’s found my calendar, and all my time he’s bookin’
I kind of like the sound of birds instead of cars
But tell me what is mine…and what is ours
I kind of wish I would have known back then
And I would’ve left my room more, it has been
A little heaven, little hell
I’m having feelings can you tell
And I’ve run out of breath to yell
I have some feelings can you tell
Roots are growing back I can’t decide if I like it
Everything is different won’t deny it
Tell me how to puzzle out the person I am
Make a list or draw a diagram
Oh, I’m out of control
I bet you couldn’t tell by lookin
I wish the worry monster would go for a stroll
But now he’s found my calendar, and all my time he’s bookin’
And all my worries again are getting louder and louder
The longer I stay in one place, the prouder my demons, the prouder
And all my worries again are getting louder and louder
The longer I stay in one place, the prouder my demons, the prouder
(All sections)
I kind of like the sound of birds instead of cars
But tell me what is mine…and what is ours
I kind of wish I would have known back then
Probably would’ve left my room more, it has been…
A little heaven, little hell
I have some feelings can you tell
And I’ve run out of breath to yell
I’m having feelings can you tell
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3. |
Tire
03:12
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I see the fear in your eyes
I see the fear and it feels so familiar
I see the fear in your eyes
I hear the fear in your cries
Might be projecting,
Surely the feeling gets farther with time
Might be projecting,
Might be protecting myself from the fear that you’ll tire of me too
I see the fear in your eyes
I see the fear and it feels so familiar
I see the fear in your eyes
I hear the fear in your cries
Might be projecting,
Surely the feeling gets farther with time
Might be projecting,
Might be protecting myself from the fear that you’ll
Tire of me too
What’ll I do if half my life passes me by and
It’s still all the same stuff leaving me unable to hold hands
The same damn old things are still the things making me cry I
Am starting to think it’s awfully boring
But my point is
I see the fear in your eyes
I see the fear and it feels so familiar
I see the fear in your eyes
I hear the fear in your cries
And it’s my honor
To tell you the words that I wished to receive
I love you too and I promise I’ll come back whenever I leave
God it’s so hard to leave
Leave it to me to find a way to let you know, my love
The work I do keeping you alive I’ll never tire of
It’s unconditional and timeless, you’re a joy to look at
When I start to spiral all I have to do is focus on my cat
I can do that
All I have to do is focus on my cat
I can do that
All I have to do is focus on my cat
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4. |
Love As a Verb
02:42
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I quietly cautiously care
Touch a butterfly’s wings, I won’t dare
So I turn to the bees and the flowers and sun and fresh air
As a bee spreading life does its part,
Distributing love is an art
As is accepting it but I’m busy guarding my heart
Love as a verb, it takes effort, it does
Some people make it look so effortless
But I don’t believe for a second that they’re not afraid
So I wait, to discover, whatever it is that compels them to do it anyway
I might be running late, becoming impatient to understand what compels them to do it anyway
Love is a limitless light like the sun
We won’t run out, we won’t ever be done
And love isn’t meant to be bartered or fought for or won
I’ve read the stories and I’ve seen the shows
I’ve watched it happen, I know how it goes
I’ve felt the feeling and I’ve learned the lessons,
It’s not an obsession, possession, transgression
Repression’s oppression when love’s an expression
Either end of profession’s no cure for depression
I’ve got a confession, confusion continues to grow
How the hell does anyone really know
While we wait, to discover, whatever it is that compels them to do it anyway
We might be running late, becoming impatient to understand what compels them to do it anyway
Avoiding new love, it takes effort, it does
Sometimes I tell myself it’s effortless
But I don’t believe for a second that I'm not afraid
I’m quietly cautiously there
Leave it all up to wind, I won’t dare
Can I learn from the bees and the flowers and sun and fresh air?
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5. |
Roots - Remix
04:42
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Roots are growing back I can’t decide if I like ‘em
Everything is telling me to hide ‘em
Thinking about how all my natural colors turned neon
I’m feeling anxious better find a path to be on
Oh, I’m out of control
I bet you couldn’t tell by lookin
I wish the worry monster would go for a stroll
But now he’s found my calendar, and all my time he’s bookin’
Roots are growing back I can’t decide if I like ‘em
Still don’t know if I should try to fight ‘em
Thinking about when all my natural colors turned neon
I’m feeling anxious better go and put a ring on
Oh, I’m out of control
I bet you couldn’t tell by lookin
I wish the worry monster would go for a stroll
But now he’s found my calendar, and all my time he’s bookin’
I kind of like the sound of birds instead of cars
But tell me what is mine…and what is ours
I kind of wish I would have known back then
And I would’ve left my room more, it has been
A little heaven, little hell
I’m having feelings can you tell
And I’ve run out of breath to yell
I have some feelings can you tell
Roots are growing back I can’t decide if I like it
Everything is different won’t deny it
Tell me how to puzzle out the person I am
Make a list or draw a diagram
Oh, I’m out of control
I bet you couldn’t tell by lookin
I wish the worry monster would go for a stroll
But now he’s found my calendar, and all my time he’s bookin’
And all my worries again are getting louder and louder
The longer I stay in one place, the prouder my demons, the prouder
And all my worries again are getting louder and louder
The longer I stay in one place, the prouder my demons, the prouder
(All sections)
I kind of like the sound of birds instead of cars
But tell me what is mine…and what is ours
I kind of wish I would have known back then
Probably would’ve left my room more, it has been…
A little heaven, little hell
I have some feelings can you tell
And I’ve run out of breath to yell
I’m having feelings can you tell
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