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Shrinking
03:20
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I watched a movie start to end and now it's over
I took a call from a good friend, talked and hung up; it's over
I cannot take me anywhere; I'm gonna live on the couch
I should not let so much time pass between speaking
So I'm reaching out
But inside my head
I am shrinking in
Hello, how've you been?
I've never been so at home, no he won't see me
I walk in place so briskly, no he won't see me
I have been watching what I eat; my body's shrinking
I sing a prayer before I sleep:
Nay, oo
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2. |
Lucien
02:57
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I'll wait for you to go to your bedroom
Trot after you, make the comforter like I like it
I'll sit with you until you go still and I get bored
I leave the room when you play your guitar
Why would you sing in my voice over something I don't like?
Don't understand why you sit around with it
Why don't you feed me or scratch me with the scratchy thing?
You proudly say I'm smart
You don't know the half of it
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Humdrum
03:18
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I started running, got my arms pumping
To recapture something lost
I'm gonna beat the humdrum
I'm gonna start talking, no more 'I am a rock'
Kick down the door I've been knocking soft
I'm gonna beat the humdrum
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4. |
Pen
04:07
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I lost my pen today
I didn't know where but it was my last one
I berated myself for hours
My mom looked for two minutes and found it in my pocket
There's dirty laundry all over my floor
My dad calls it modern art
And in the summer I'll be Kelly
People in their places scare me
Don't know what I'm doing wrong
I learned early on I wouldn't be the type of person
Who had an easy time zipping up zippers,
Buttoning buttons, tying a shoelace,
Getting money out of wallets
You said something before and everyone laughed
I did not get the joke
There's dirty laundry all over my floor
My dad calls it modern art
And in the summer I'll be Avril
You walked out early in the morning
The conversation never started
I could have asked you what you wanted
The conversation never started
Can't search you up, there's a password required
I just got up, and I'm so tired
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5. |
Dinner
02:03
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I made you dinner
It wasn't easy, it wasn't quick
I was chopping up an onion
Almost cut my fingertip
I was humming nonsense songs
I used garlic: taste it
I made you dinner
And my skin went slick with sweat
I was burning in the oven
Til I went and opened it
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6. |
Buddy
02:44
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I get to work and my colleague calls me 'buddy'
When the boys all go out shopping, I think they're looking past me
Who, me? No, I'd never listen in to a private conversation
The difference is, well, I guess there isn't one
I left the water running, sorry
I've just been a little worried
Hard to focus in on anything
I get on the bus
And the driver calls me 'buddy'
And I don't want to be the buddy, but buddy is me
Who, me? I'd never presume to make you wait for anything I'm doing
Around the clock, a distant ringing
I drank your coffee, sorry darling
Sucked the life out of the party
Turned around and somehow you're still here
Sometimes I feel stupid
Even when you're not doing anything
Particularly impressive
But I am loved anyway
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7. |
Moth
01:45
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Decaying moth on the staircase, ugly thing in life
What was it thinking when it metamorphized?
Just a random staircase
No marker, no beautiful scenery
Was it right that it doesn't matter where you last land?
Decaying moth in my suitcase probably ate my clothes
Nestled in a pair of boxers, I throw it out in the garbage
Just a random suitcase
No marker, no beautiful scenery
Was it right that it doesn't matter where you last land?
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8. |
Room
00:40
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I can hear you in the room
I follow
You're folding your clothes
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9. |
Untide
02:56
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It's time:
Where is my moon?
Where is its pulling?
I'm doing nothing
With nothing telling me how
Thought I'd complete myself
Yeah
It's time:
Where is my cocoon?
What is its maker?
Does it come soon?
I had a shitty time
I'm not going back
The dust got in my eyes
I'm not going back
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Pocket
02:38
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I'm gonna shrink until I'm small enough
That I can live in his pocket
And he'll feed me crumbs and carry me around
And I'll always feel his love
I can do stuff in return
I'm still working that part out
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11. |
Turtle
03:02
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The worry just won't leave you
You're in your head
The weight you carry to protect you
On your back
But you're never outside it
Don't know what happened
You pulled your head in
Don't know what happened
Turtle, I'm not here to flip you over
Wouldn't leave you vulnerable
You can keep your legs beneath you
Grounded pillars
Strong and solid
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12. |
Tugboat
02:31
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I worked on a tugboat
Pulled a weight much greater than myself
I worked in an engine
I exploded over and over again
Now I want to rest
I worked in a car wash
Flopped against the windshield, soaked up the dirtiness
I worked in a gameboy
I'm the button that you press to skip the boring cutscenes
Now I want to rest
But baby if you wanted
(Baby if you wanted)
I would keep on working
(I would keep on working if you wanted, baby)
I'm tired and I'm worn
(Baby if you wanted)
But I must be giving something
(I would keep on working if you wanted, baby)
Baby if you wanted
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13. |
Shrinking, Pt. 2
01:36
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Wherever you are going is where I want to be
I walked outside today, don't worry about me
When can I call you back? I thought of something else to say to you
I'm reaching out to you
If we wait long enough the distance will be shrinking
I watch the ceiling til I sleep
I'm reaching out to you
nay, oo
nay, oo
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