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Why Would I Want That?
03:39
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you look at me like i’m going out of style like i ain’t got no fashion sense at all
tragically i am obsolete so small
why would i want that why would i want that
why is it so hard to call
why would i want that why would i want that
you’re a saint and yet you waste my time
don’t want pain unless it’s mine
you’re afraid of change and that’s just fine
just chill the hell out for once
you look at me like you’re just too cool to smile like the industry has set you up to fall
tragedy because we used to be so close
lonely now like a ghost
so why would i want that why would i want that
why didn’t you give me a call
why would you want that why would you want that
i don’t know what to say and that’s my crime
i don’t want pain unless it’s mine
you’re afraid of change and that’s just fine
just chill the hell out for once in your life
why would I want that, etc.
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So I guess I’ll take the low road then, how nice
So paint me as the villain and tell your folks I was the anti-christ
But if a thousand words is worth a picture, picture this
You flew from your nest and reached for the liquor, like licorice
and I’m not trying to settle any score
But this isn’t high school anymore
You lit the wick at both ends and you just lit up my love letters like cigarettes
So I guess you’re on moral high ground that’s so rich baby doll
Just cut your hair shorter, spend every little quarter on weed, I”ll never call
I guess every breakup is identical, And it’s shame that that’s the truth
And I’m not gonna point fingers, But even if it’s my fault I’m still just gonna blame you
So I guess I’ll take the low road then
If a thousand words is worth a picture, picture this
You flew from your nest and reached for the liquor, licorice
and I’m not trying to settle any score
But this isn’t high school anymore
You lit the wick at both ends and you just lit up my love letters like cigarettes
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Shiva Me Timbers
02:41
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wrap me up in a take out box
and take me home where we can finish this
her eyes and mine they lock
and her lips are stained even more than my denim is
she says she’s a little scared and i’m terrified too
i don’t wanna terrorize you i never do
turn off lamps we’ll get down all night
until there be light; day one of genesis
wrap me tight give me sunlight
we could get this thing on like photosynthesis
she says she’s a little scared of herself these days
i think i’ll stay put anyway
but she leaves with no au revoir, i can’t accept it
tu es belle, je t'aime, my dear, french exit
it could go a lot of ways
i’m thinking these are those brighter days
she’s got eyes that see right through
all the fake bullshit that all musicians do
you know much better than to fall
for another singer
i guess i’m a dead ringer
but she leaves with no au revoir, i can’t accept it
tu es belle, je t'aime, my dear, french exit
she exhales the summer and inhales the cold
she's the words stuck in my throat
but she leaves with no au revoir, i can’t accept it
tu es belle, je t'aime, my dear, french exit
tu es belle, je t'aime, my dear, french exit
tu es belle, je t'aime
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4. |
3 AM
02:44
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How easily all the dominos fell down
All by accident
Seemingly out of left field, unannounced
Everything just broke
I don’t know
If my heart will ever recover
You call me at three am, Rachel I need some time
Always say how sweet I am, then Rachel you just swear that I’m
Selfish and maybe I am
Rachel don’t you understand
Rachel don’t you understand
I am no longer your man
Oh my god she’s loading the gun
Rachel please I knew I flew too close to the sun but
I won’t do you no more harm
How easily the world comes crashing down
Though not your intent
Seemingly I’m just a trashcan now
No it’s not a joke
I don’t know
If my heart will ever recover
You called me at three am, Rachel I need some time
Always say how sweet I am, then Rachel you just scream that I’m
Selfish and maybe I am
Rachel don’t you understand
I am no longer your man
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Strawberry
02:51
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19, fair and strawberry haired, she’s got on her favorite rain boots
the weather isn’t fitting of her warmth emitting thank you’s
swore she was pretty well before I had ever told her
the two of us should intersect now before we are too much older
please don’t you knock down my door
because my mom might wake up
let’s break rules and skip weeks of school
and claim no one can make us
the nimbus clouds will downpour in
celebration of our rain love
we’ll do the rain dance all night long
until the second great flood
clothes are drenched, my hair is flat, we both set out to get mops
tides rise to heights too high, about time to peel off wet socks
she’ll always be right by my side and she’s sure i know this
maybe it’d be fun for two of us to become one, trying out mitosis
the downpour turned my windshield into a waterfall today
quickly passing under a bridge while driving on the interstate
the pitter patter equivalent of driving 'neath the delaware
windshield wipers struggling to wipe away the rain that isn’t there
please don’t you knock down my door
because my mom might wake up
let’s break the rules, skip weeks of school
and claim no one can make us
the nimbus clouds will downpour in
celebration of our rain love
we’ll do the rain dance all night long
until the second great flood
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Streaming (Interlude)
00:35
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there's no money in music, baby
no money music
bent over the grand piano
might as well use it
but if this song don't get no streams i might just lose it
to craig's list
no money, baby, no money for me
cause everybody that you meet has got their own album
music's a hot commodity gone cold as the outcome
sing songs and release them through bandcamp till your mouth's numb
no money in music, babe
no money for me
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Waterslide
02:10
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love you's were called out as a cab pulled away
sara had to catch plane
to somewhere else
blue suede shoes played
in bushwick in the autumn as the rain bartered down
he buttoned his shirt the wrong way again
mistook the second button for the first mistook a loss for a win
they saw each other around
but never said a word to the other one
had a lot of shit sitting on the back burner
she thought she had it all figured out
left the love for a different life
had a bite to eat where they used to meet
he was a different person now
left the love for a different
love and another love and another love
remember the waterslide at her parent’s vacation home
left the love of her life for a different tone
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Way Back When
04:24
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is there anything else that bares my repeating?
run your fingers through my hair before you leave
years may grey us, with my hairline receding
used to ask me what i wanted to eat
told that you loved the indecisive chatter
you just kick me around like your words are the cleats
well my heart hit the net and yet i used to matter
so pour out that cup of coffee that you wanted to share
i don’t want to fan a friendship going nowhere
i don’t want to kiss in secret, have to lie to my friend
because i don’t want you like i did way back then
i don’t love you like i did way back then
so with my hands bound cry out your orders
tell your friends about my untimely demise
hang out with me, leave me gagged and quartered
victimize yourself, like a flu spread your lies
used to ask me where i wanted to eat my lunch
told me that you could always trust my judgement
now you just stop me, baby, savoring every crunch
i told you I loved but never was quite sure what love meant
way back when
i was confident in my confidant
time was spent picking what we want
to go eat for our silent lunch, way back when
you were my flower but now you haunt
every word and sentence and every font
every venue and menu at every restaurant
way back when
so is there anything else that bares my repeating?
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I’m sorry for the losses, squeaky wheels, and leaky faucets
I make believe I’m flawless when I am all alone
Put your stuff in cardboard boxes like you’re clearing out your office
I’ll proceed hereon with caution because when I’m accident prone
I’m often unraveling ‘til my threads are in knots
My past is unflattering and my glass is opaque
I’m scribbling; scrabbling what I am and what I’m not
And I think I might be dabbling in being okay
I could be your friend until we die if you’re not busy
Just put me in the deep end, kick me in the teeth
I’m turvy and I’m topsy, I just worry when I’m tipsy
That these sea legs will grow wary and carry me to sea
I’m often unraveling ‘til my threads are in knots
My past is unflattering and my glass is opaque
I’m scribbling; scrabbling what I am and what I’m not
And I think I might be dabbling in being okay
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Tennis Elbow New York, New York
Ryan Wentz lives in New York City and makes tennis music.
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