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innocent, in a sense
03:34
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Aint got time for all this conversation
Life like mine is only worth its weight in words
I won’t waste none on people who just want problems
Sympathy ain’t nothing without action
Oh, and shame is the most useless emotion
Nothing changes by acting guilty all the time
Yes sir, yes sir, take control
I am just cattle to cull
Smear my name it will not change
That I am no man’s keeper
No more anger, no more fear
Don’t call me no tenderqueer
I won’t hold court for nobody else’s crimes
Innocent, innocent, innocent
In a sense, in a sense, in a sense
It’s a sin, it’s a sin, it’s a sin
Innocence, innocence
We say empty the prisons, so why’s my life yours to own?
We say abolish the police, you’re policing my tone
We wanna burn it all down, but you’re just gaslighting
What do you really want to happen to people who cause hurt?
Once they learn from their actions and start to put in work
Do you believe in reform or just condemnation?
One of my oldest friends has been locked up for 6 years now
I don’t know when, or if he’ll ever even get out
And I don’t know when he should
But I know that’s not my call
I just know that I should call him
One of my oldest friends has been locked up for 6 years now
I don’t know when, or if he’ll ever even get out
And I don’t know when he should
But I know that’s not my call
I just know that I should call him
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vertigo
03:36
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shrill sounds
shut it down
I don't wanna deal with real right now
wrong again
now they got me jonesin' for a fight I don't even wanna win
struck down, deposed
can't be told no
now you're digging for trash in a pile of treasure
stay clutching pearls
you'll turn em back to an oyster
but I won't
feed the creature of my habits
when the habits harm
stick to what we know
fear what we don't
dig it all up
get uncomfortable
it's good to be wrong
get smarter and grow
then it's back to the old drawing board
old ghosts
echo (echo)
in my little chamber, gettin vertigo
watch your mouth
or keep it closed if you won't wash it out with soap
fuck love, fuck war
maybe all's not fair
we could still try to be a little kinder
don't wanna preach
don't wanna be a nihilist either
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mx. dangerfield
02:54
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we been losing too much sleep
for all the right reasons
all the possessions that you keep
mean so much more than what you left behind
came out your chrysalis, hand on your gun
just a life-baby on the run
what’s left when we kill our past?
I know a thing or two about that
there’s so much I haven’t seen
so show me
love came quick and still it burns
so slowly
every etching on your skin entrancing
why waste time on worry when we could be dancing
flowers sprout from every footstep that you leave
feeling overdue for a little serendipity
see I been gettin no respect
call me ms. Dangerfield
I like your arms around my neck
is it a danger to feel this way?
you’re like a mirror
but not a clone
I know nothings ever set in stone
but as the earth between us flows
there’s no fault lines to fear
they scorn us in the winter
but we don’t care
just wait til the weather breaks
I’ll still be right here
your skin is satin
my blood is cold
you make it happen anywhere you go
the crucial point
you oughta know
I won’t stop feeling until you say so
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I know they say everybody’s got a story to tell
oh well
you’re not saying shit, maybe you just want something to sell
oh well
I’m not saying people who suffer are the only ones who make good art
I’m just saying they’re the only ones I relate to
I know I ain’t the worst-off on this Earth
but if you knew what I’ve survived
you’d know why I don’t like to talk about it
it didn’t get bad, but it didn’t get easier
we were all spun out and screaming
na na na nana na na na na
we didn’t do time, but we weren’t free either
it was such a blur for so long
na na na nana na na na na
you can only tell so much without giving it all away
okay
I kept it all shut up for 10 years,
oh I’ve been too vague
coerced into labor under psychedelic threats of pain
but I didn’t complain
we were moving at least four figures a day
money not for me
it didn’t get bad, but it didn’t get easier
she found Jesus in the ceiling
na na na nana na na na na
we didn’t do time, but we weren’t free either
everyone in debt or dosed up
na na na nana na na na na
listening to Blood On The Tracks, hydroplaning
I spun out, they were bleeding
mm mm mm mmmmm mm mm mm mm
6 lanes in the rain, 100 West in December
your best dealer lost a driver
he didn’t have much use for me after that
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all my friends
00:57
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all my friends are blowing up or burning out
I’m breathing in the glitter and the mold
every year I feel a little more like myself
yeah I know
age is wasted on the old
all those years I spent staring at the ceiling
might as well been staring at the sun
somehow neither God or the mob could kill me
I’m not done
youth ain’t wasted on the young
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