1. |
Brand New You
03:07
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Guess you won't be needing me anymore
You've broken the idea that you don't belong to one
Now you've come to terms that you never wanna be alone
Guess I should have saw this coming, should have been watching my back
Since I matched with you on tinder with photos you took in my flat
And I'm tired of feeling jealous, of the me I wish I was
He's got ambition and stability, The shit that I never touch
I guess that's the plan, Head in my hands
I know it seems sad but it's only twenty-something
thousand hours I've spent that I'll not get back
So I guess I'll sit and think about it.
So this reckless spirit, this brand new you
I didn't realise would come with such an attitude
I'm sorry I can't fix his quirks
The same ones you had with me
I'm nothing special, and neither is he.
I can't help myself or him or the new you, you chose to be.
I guess that's the plan, Head in my hands
I know it seems sad but it's only twenty-something
thousand hours I've spent that I'll not get back
So I guess I'll sit and think about it.
You have no idea why you stuck around so
You returned my things with a note
The last words I read that you wrote
“I'm sorry that it took so long”
I guess that's the plan, Head in my hands
I know it seems sad but it's only twenty-something
thousand hours I've spent that I'll not get back
So I guess I'll sit and think about it.
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Give me the match
I wanna start a fire
I wanna watch it burn
I wanna wait for days and weeks so I can slowly learn
I watch it all go up
All the things I tried to earn
But it's not about me
It was never about me
I drove you home
In your mum's car
I didn't mean to drive into the flood
I guess the water was deeper than I thought
I guess I since forgot
the days where we used to fall asleep on the floor
And wake up and wish for nothing more
Now I don't wanna wake up at all
Please just make me
Everything you wanted me to be
Turn me into the boys with whom I can't compete
I should have never left
When I turned into a friend
But it's not about me
It was never about me
Please just make me
Everything you needed me to be
Turn me into the boys with whom I can't compete
I should have never left
When you turned into a friend
But it's not about me
It was never about me
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3. |
Grasping
04:00
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They say you can't love someone until you love yourself
Well I loved you so much, I forgot the way that hating myself felt
Now 4:30 in the morning, you message me on Tinder
Because you blocked me on everything else
And you know I'll respond, and I'll write another song
Because you know me way too well
You've got me on the corner of your shelf
And I can't stand to stand with you, while you're watching somebody else
'Cause I'm too fucked up to drag along myself.
I'm stuck in an airport with a girl who used to hold my hand
And on the first plane back to Brisbane, I know I'm on my own again
It was a pre-arranged agreement, nothing more, nothing less
Nothing left of what we had, we packed our bags and set away
You've got me on the corner of your shelf
And I can't stand to stand with you, while you're watching somebody else
I've got no plans for when we touch back down
Let's go back to Canberra and we'll try to sort this out
I was 17 and scared
Now I'm worried I'll be 29 and petrified
That I didn't live this life of mine
With you and me
The reason I sleep in's why I've been losing sleep
I've given up, I'm letting go, I'm turning back the key
You've got me on the corner of your shelf
And I can't stand to stand with you, while you're watching somebody else
I've got no plans for when we touch back down
Let's go back to Canberra and we'll try to sort this out
It's new year's eve
I haven't seen much light for weeks
I've got blisters on my hands from grasping where the tap leaks
It's new years eve
I haven't seen much light for weeks
I saved a spot for you on the couch, right next to me
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4. |
American Princes
03:56
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I don't make much money,
That's okay I don't work too hard.
A better man might better himself.
I bet I don't amount to much.
The only time I read a book, is on the train on my way to class.
Resting against the safety glass.
I forget where I left off.
Wires knit the city to stitches
Wires knit the city to stitches.
Ha haha hahahaha.
Me and Drew, we make up words
We talk backwards, throw wine coolers
I know it sounds absurd
Like hahaha
Every time I read a book, I misinterpret what it means,
I think it applies to only me.
Wires knit the city to stitches
Wires knit the city to stitches.
Ha haha haha ha ha.
I make a better liar than a witness,
whatever happened to American Princes?
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