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lyrics
i got a mandolin under my bed. I got a a pre-calc course buried in my head
i got a number 2 pencil and it's full of lead, waitin on the words that I thought but I never said
i got these tangled up veins that could bleed red but the oxygen in my room is all blue baby dead
motivation is vindication that's what they said get out of bed and try the world instead.
but what I have right now is a cigarette in my fingertips and I have all the power to pull it up in between my lips i send the synapses to process it into something quick and that's all I need in this minute
i don't wanna face it i don't wanna fight this song that's stuck in my head - sing it till I die
i don't need a reason underneath the sheets pillow hold my head up as I'm dreamin’ the baby blues
good morning sunset. I like your hazy glow. It's easy on my soggy head and my squinty eyes
so it's oatmeal at dusk; liquor at dawn, as I step out of the door into the empty streets, the big city sleeps.
It's just me and my headphones, my brain is feeding off of the darkness - a big black hole that I fall into come out digital.
Eyes on the widescreen, my body turning to tiny pixels - nazis and zombies and sex and violence and baby blues
hey, I'm a clusterfuck. I'm riding uppers on my luck. trying to get my mood down to a chemistry -
thoughts something that I can see. I think I'm crackin up
hey, I'm a sick machine i'm blowin through my batteries
I'm chuggin down on gasoline - 1's and 0's all I see i think I'm breakin down