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Backseat Driver
03:26
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All the yellow lights I wanna speed right through them
With a broken taillight and lighter fluid
Burn my good intentions and my memory to a crisp
So by the morning I won’t remember this
Well I’m a backseat driver and I’m dying for control
I don’t know who’s steering my wheel
But I know how I wanna feel
The sound of the ice cream truck
It doesn’t excite me like it used to
And i’m no longer happy but i’ll pretend so I never hurt you
Following the candy in the back of a stranger’s truck
Seems like a decent offer when your blind drunk
I’m a backseat driver now, and I’m dying for control
I don’t know who’s steering my wheel, but I know how I wanna feel
Now I’m nauseous the feeling just hit
And I’m cornered in my own kitchen
My life a shadow of a deer
Shot down by the gun my cousin bought
We’re related by blood
Separated by toxic love
I’m a backseat driver and I’m dying for control
I don’t know who’s steering my wheel, but I know how I wanna feel
Yes I know how I wanna feel
Wish I could tell you how I wanna feel
How I wanna feel
All the yellow lights I wanna speed right through them.
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Circle of Misery
03:44
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My old friend he slept on a mattress on a hardwood floor
His dad owned fancy foreign cars
That they couldn’t afford
His temper was a timer
Going off every night
And he would sleep on the couch
But we didn’t know why
Masculinity can mask a fragile man
I wanna peel off the layers
I wanna try to understand
As she dances to saint dominick’s preview
In the living room
And he stares unamused
Watching her drunken moves
Well, your circle of misery it doesn’t stop
Until you figure out what you want
And I’ve gotta figure out what I want
Now I see her bottle up her anger
In a plastic cup
Some patience and some pain
A kid too many in the grand scheme of things
And she can’t escape she’s handcuffed to her grave
And she’s been dying for some space, her own house and a clean slate
We’re all dying for some space, our own house and a clean slate
Your circle of misery
It doesn’t stop
Until you figure out what you want
And I’ve gotta figure out what I want
Like father like son
Somewhere there is a gun
And a problem to run from.
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Virginia Lovers
05:06
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Virginia lovers locked in a camera flash
They take the photos for the laughs
He gets down real low
Pretends to propose
In a tourist trap where nobody knows him
Yeah nobody knows him
Don't drive down to the Chesapeake Bay
It's just club soda and down payments paving your way
Suburban lovers left in a highway crash
They stay afloat with their trophy kids on a raft
A dream sold to you in mint condition
To impress all your damaged friends
And he orders drinks for the teachers who taught him
And they discuss the past rehashed
Like memories of cotton
Dropping names of people
You should have forgotten by now
Don't drive down to the Chesapeake Bay
It's just club soda and down payments paving your way
A knife too dull to do anything about
A busted car on a drunken route
These dark hours you don't speak about
Or think about
And he swears he's sweet inside
Just salty around the rim
In a bar where everybody knows him
She's got the hole in her arm to show him
You can't change
The person that you've chosen
Don't drive down to the Chesapeake Bay
It's just club soda and down payments paving your way
Club soda
And down payments paving your way
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B-Team
03:39
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Always on the B-Team
And I'll be here till somebody needs me
The only girl will take the fault
My time it scrapes by like skin on asphalt
Put your best foot forward
And your friend on hold
Give up what you love
Put the bullet through It's skull
My future is a question mark
I'm pressed against a chain link fence
And in the middle of my parent's mess
You can move on
But you can't confess
And you will play one round
Then sit the rest
Always on the B-Team
And I'll be here like nobody sees me
On your back burner
Or stuffed in your junk drawer
I don't know who I am
Or what I'm doing this for
Running off the steam of someone else's dream
Will kill your self esteem
In a heartbeat
Always on the B-Team
And I'll be here till somebody needs me
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5. |
People Pass Like Cars
04:10
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Never see my family anymore unless someone dies
Never see my friends unless I try
Can only push a child so far
Can only give enough love to fill a shopping cart
Can only build bridges once they're burned
Then buy a sympathy card to express your concern
And sign it with no more than two words
Well people pass like cars
In the middle of the night
Your arms crossed
But mine are open wide
And I don't know why
Love only works when your driving on the right side
So many times I've crossed the solid double lines
Limited visibility around the bend
You didn't wreck me but you made a good dent
Well people pass like cars
In the middle of the night
Your arms crossed
But mine are open wide
And I don't know why
Can only push a child so far
Can only give enough love to fill a shopping cart
Can only build bridges once they're burned
Can only forget what moves you forward
Can only clean your house when its spring
And rediscover the things that you've been missing
Never see my family anymore unless someone dies
Never see my friends unless I try
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6. |
Metal in the Outlet
04:23
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Champagne flowing from a garden hose
In the birth of spring
You'll find a way to celebrate anything
And you can't be your Dad's drawn-out dream
Scribbled on the back of a receipt
Call this number on the screen
Get help, get lost, get fucked, get somewhere in between
But don't say you love me
I can't say I love me
Your coffee is watered down
But your men are stronger
Putting metal in the outlet
Putting metal in
Can't think for myself
When everyone's talking over me
My mind's a crowded bar with no empty seats
And there's a half-hour wait
To get into my heart
But if you get me real drunk
You can pick it apart
You gotta pay the fee to park here
Putting metal in the outlet
Putting metal in
Putting metal in the outlet
Putting metal in
I was playing with the wrong toys
Wanna stick my hair up like the boys
Build a Lego city just to knock it down
Liam says the girl character sucks
But she's pretty when she shuts her mouth
And he says you can't be the star player
And you can't be a firefighter
But are you down to play doctor?
Putting metal in the outlet
Putting metal in
Putting metal in the outlet
Putting metal in
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I let you down
Lower than my grandma would have allowed
I was safe in her hands once
She tripped down a flight of stairs
But she never let go of me
The ambulance came and I cried hysterically
And I still owe her one
When I come to visit I pull the car around front
And now I drink till I can't stand
Hereditary loose cannon
Well time chisels away
At a baby face
A fingerprint covered mirror
And I got a teacher who stays
Up all night
Kid puking on his shirt
He's got twenty years to work
Till he's excused for life
And he says you can hate my guts
But please give my kid a job
Take her out to lunch
Time chisels away
At a baby face
A fingerprint covered mirror
All this love locked behind bars
I'm gonna let it loose in the backyard
All this love locked behind bars
I'm gonna let it loose in the backyard
Time chisels away
At a baby face
A fingerprint covered mirror
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There's a ghost town
Of where I grew up
It's silent in the summer months
I don't belong there
But I broke myself in there
And I might die there
If they wear me down enough
I got an old baseball mitt
And a long list of reasons I shouldn't exist
This coach jumps from zero to pissed
I wanna breathe
Sleep and eat
Like a normal human would
And think about death like a game show
Praying I will win when it's all over
And there are strip malls
And kids getting high
In bathroom stalls
And there's a car parked outside
That someday you'll learn to drive
So volunteer now to live in hell
I'll give you heaven and a Benadryl
A drowsy dream
A car key
You'll hit the gas once your body goes
Following
The dollar signs down the road
I wanna breathe
Sleep and eat
Like a normal human would
And think about death like a game show
Praying I will win when it's all over
Drugging little kids
Who are wearing adult clothes
Feeding the developing ego
Drugging little kids
Where they went
No one knows
Feeding the developing ego
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9. |
Problems to Numb
03:34
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Home sick
gonna watch a marathon of bad TV
The kind of shows that make you sicker than you really are
Now I can tell you
Heroes don't come from cereal boxes
They hit their heads
Nine times
Get high off of looney toon news
And they'll direct you out into rush hour traffic
Like someone will stop at a red light
Well somebody's bound to turn around
On this terrifying merry-go-round
For $9.99
Buy the world with the tap of your thumb
I'm running out of
Problems to numb
I'm running out of
Problems to numb
Now I can tell you
A rookie mistake's now the big league chew
It's the lack of education
It's the gun
Handed down to you
And it's a spiral of violence on demand
Paranoia and a
Premium plan
Pushing you off of the edge
Of your twin size bed
A title to claim
and a sliver of fame
Well I hope that boy is bound
To turn around
On his terrifying
Merry-go-round
For $9.99
Buy the world with the tap of your thumb
I'm running out of
Problems to numb
I'm running out of
Problems to numb
I'm running out of
Problems to numb
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10. |
Flowers in Texas
04:39
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Well It's illegal to pick
The flowers in Texas
My Dad works every hour he can
Cause there's hope in someone else's promised land
And an envelope in your hand
At the end of the month
We're watching sea level rise
Like boiling water
Breaking your own body
To save someone else's bones
A high rise home will replace a house of stone
Someone built with their hands
You deserve to dig your own grave
And to piss on the state
On your license plate
And still be welcome back home
Now home is just a feeling not a spot
Your face I still remember
But your voice I have forgot
Tomorrow you will be renamed
Or carved out for the interstate
And I'll love you for an hour or less
Then put you gently to rest
You deserve to dig your own grave
And to piss on the state
On your license plate
And still be welcome back home
Still be welcome back home
Still be welcome back home
Home
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