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Well I was testing the boundary
And I don't need your camaraderie
And if you think too much, it becomes a crutch
I was trying to say that to you
But maybe it was meant for me
I took for granted taking my own advice
And it's a complexity, so I'm cashing out on people and places I don't understand
I tried my best, to say something profound
But now I wanna dumb it down
And I'm saving the words, for something good in return
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Prospects
02:30
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I traded frustrated evenings
For stale beer in the hallways
I'm letting feelings out, in a poorly insulated house, but don't pity me
Cause I will spit and snarl at experience
Is this one I really need?
Cause you are never really in control
Though you tell yourself all the time
Even when there's blood on the sink, suspension creaks on a brick road street
And you think, this is how my life is always gonna be
And it's never gonna change, so I am
Picking battles carefully
And it creeps in slow, like mildew on the shower ledge
You said "hey I wish I could pay the rent"
And then it all conflates into what I have, and to what I don't
And why can't I look away?
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The Friction Disappears
02:20
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You are
Spearmint, you're a pool of maroon
Cast a shadow on me, cause I like the shade
I got caught, funneling days into a one way lane
You took a glimpse through the smoke, do you like what you see?
Could you build me up, I'm deficient at this point
I'm in awe every second, cause you have what I cannot provide, to myself
I wanna know, but there's no answer sheet
We collided from different directions, and we just wait and see
I wanna be the best, and only for you
And if I wanna be the best you know it's only for you
So could you tell me all the good things again?
Cause then the friction disappeared, it was how I remembered
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Big Fun
02:38
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Surrounded in a wreath
Of cigarrette smoke and mosquitos
You said this place depresses you, I wish that I could disagree
And yeah I mentioned it once or twice, but that one day
In the passenger (drivers) seat, I have never felt so low before I'll tell you
And I've got nothing unique to say, but we all want what we don't have
It's a flat smoke that fills the room, and it encompasses you
My problems are not unique
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Appeal
03:41
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Dish soap, mixed with tap water
Your face, was buried in the have nots
Minimum wage doesn't cut it like it used too, so we stick to our roots
What'll happen when appliances break?
The rainy day fund turned to weeks, then it sprang a leak
Do you wish for a re-do? Cause sometimes, I think I do
And what you gotta know, I was good for something
And what you gotta know, I'm preserved for you
Stepping out for an hour or two
I release the part of myself, I can't give to you
You never ask where I go, and I think that's the hardest part
And what you gotta know, it caught up to me
And I made an appeal, but who's listening?
You never tell, never tell me the truth
I guess I'd rather be alone with you
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This is water, and this is trash
And I'm trying to split the gap
I'd rather talk on the phone, or converse on the phone with you
And if the best things are cliché, well I don't wanna be original
But yet I still don't know what makes me comfortable
And how much poise, can one really have?
And when you slip who picks you up?
And was there something you were trying to say?
Cause I was breaking bones just to hear the crack
And you are counting heads, when the room starts to dissipate
Yeah you try to accommodate when she points out you aren't that social
Well hey I tried, better cut some slack, from the rope you hold
Better put passing judgment on the cover of your resume
Is anybody keeping score?
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Soft Sell
04:47
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At 22 I learned to stand up straight, but not out of pride
I'm just trying not to fuck up my spine
And I think I'm generous cause I want it in return, call me your Indian giver
I feel guilt, every time I step out and you're alone
Is there guilt for me?
And in a hazy sequence it caught up to me, when I was just looking for stability
Cause I'm exaggerating the boring parts, cause I wanna keep you captivated
And I don't think that I trust a god enough, to let him do my thinking for me
And I wish that I craved for what they craved, you know I wish I craved for the cliché
Do you get to decide what stain is left? And if you ever wash it out
Well it's just a roll of the dice, biting hard on my cheek
There's an imprint I map out with my tongue
And you try to relax me, in the parking lot
Of a second hand store and I think "I want it all or I want nothing"
What's the point in being patient if I can't wait for it?
"I want it all but I'll take a fraction"
I was over thinking, but my outline stayed the same
What was I trying to express in the car that day? When limited language
gave way to physical frustration, there is a steady chime
Of an empty frame you left
And I am questioning how I should fill it's place.
I came in, and you left
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50 Push Ups
03:36
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If a tragic moment, held some merit, how do you fill in the blank space?
Cause I've been looking around, searching underground
Everyone's got the same look on their face
It's always what I ignore, it's always at my door
Just a click away
And do you think that it's wrong, to talk about it so much?
We've got nothing new to say
Well yeah I like what you like, cause I am a people person
Pay no mind, to the crooked fingers pointing my way
I guess they oughta know something
It's not a concept to you
They need a measurement, to compare you with
Don't you feel their eyes on the back of your head?
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Charles Rogers Grand Rapids, Michigan
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