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I've Got Atrophy On the Brain

You wake You Work You Sleep You die...a little every night So do I You drink to please, to ease your pain To hide yourself away So do I Dress yourself in excuses, love You find that there's no one you can trust Armed with beats on your bended knees...

Love You Anymore

You hardly stir when you sleep There's a piece inside your mind, inside your dream Though there are two that lie beneath these sheets There might as well be three with all the space between Sweetheart, behind the eyes A different person, stranger lies St...

Needle And Thread

I packed up and spent a week traveling east on the Interstate On a pittance for a fast food diet and some toothpaste I can remedy along gettin' drunk, gettin' stoned Then I'm back to my good old ways Open arms at the bar for the prodigal son who often goes...

Opossum

Summer colds Never really made much sense at all I was sweating and through mid-July Ain't no better than the fall I don't know what the day might bring At all Just lock my door up safe Inside my walls So come on, wake up Don't play around You know...

Rabbit

Every sentiment hangs around No longer than a minute or two I find I keep falling for love But I can’t seem to follow it through "So run, little rabbit, run Run, little rabbit, run "2x I leave one good hand on the wheel Been counting mile markers for...

Sex and Reruns

Do you shake through the night? Tucked under the covers tightly There's monsters in the shadows and zombies in the street lights Do you shake through the night? Tucked under the covers tightly There's monsters in the shadows and zombies in the street lig...

Spilt Milk

Some cries with babies died So why then, bring him in I gotta keep the world at bay So how do you expect to live And I just wanna Start over, start over (x2) So go find that boy, The friend of mine The half-lit broken taunt, With the glassy eye And...

Tidal Waves

So here's a note that I left by the fireplace and ash from all the notes that I've burned not long ago. It's great how severing all these ties can make things right At least less wrong than they ever were before. The days I'd sit and sieve by the wind...