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If the day never comes then the day can never end.
And I came this far so I'd never be your friend.
Can we be still forever, let our chances fade away.
And you say something funny, like it never mattered anyway.
No promises, no promises.
No promises, no promises.
No inferences, no inferences.
Say it to my face, say it to my face.
No promises, no promises.
No promises, no promises. (I want more)
No inferences, no inferences. (Give me more)
Say it to my face, say it to my face. (I want more)
No promises, no promises. (Give me more)
I want more.
Give me more.
Here for a good time, not a long time.
Here for a good time, not a long time.
We're not here for a long time, so let's waste it on bad lines. Only good vibes.
We're not here for a long time, so let's tell each other bad rhymes. Let's stay inside.
Here for a good time, not a long time.
Do you wanna face time, top five, star sign, get chai? Great I'll meet you outside. Hey, hi.
So would you be mine? Offline. Goodnight. Not right, but I had a nice time. Goodbye.
Here for a long time. Not here for a good time, for a sweet night.
Here for a bad time. Skip the good times, we'll be alright.
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The Cycle
03:10
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Skin is stretched across my ribcage,
And a stain upon my teeth.
Not yet have I come of age,
So I am what's underneath.
Clutch the SD card I needed,
In the place of memory.
Pictures I have superceded,
With an ever-changing me.
Try it sitting, try it shouting.
Face-to-face and wave to wave.
Letters missing, I am drowning.
Yet another name engraved.
Can you see my bones in this shirt?
Do you think that I should eat?
Waiting for your words to hurt,
Then the cycle will repeat.
Can you see my bones through my words?
Do they make you want to leave?
Waiting for your words to hurt,
Then the cycle will repeat.
Then the cycle will repeat. (Then the cycle will repeat) x4
Then the cycle will repeat.
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Middle Class
06:13
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When I was a young man, my father took me into the city to see a marching band.
He said, "Look at those people. They're more talented than you can ever, ever hope to be." (And his bank account made sure of that).
I taught myself piano. I taught myself how to peel an orange. Now I get my vitamins.
Otherwise, I might fall apart. Sedentary lifestyle, and eating lots of bread.
I might have a backyard, but that doesn't mean I walk around in my neighborhood.
My dog never makes a sound. She only barks at drug dealers and crazies, so she barks all the time.
Crickets pour out from the walls and my cat pulls off their legs, and I sell them prosthetics.
I shot an arrow at a squirrel. He was pissing me off. I don't know why.
I wanna be somewhere by the sea. I wanna walk down the city street, by the middle of next week. x2
In the middle class x4
I wanna walk down the middle of the street. (Street)
I wanna walk down with my own two feet. (Feet)
I don't wanna use some cardboard, VR headset, (Headset)
That shows me what I want to see.
Love you Mom, love you Dad.
And you love me too, and I know that.
But this isn't me. (One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four)
I wanna be somewhere by the sea. I wanna walk down the city street, by the middle of next week. x2
I wanna walk down the middle of the street.
I wanna be on my own two feet.
I wanna be somewhere on my own.
I wanna be anywhere but home, home.
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The Man Who Sings
05:39
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Where do I start?
Am I just the sum of my mind and my heart,
Or am I the things I can't say in my art?
Where do I end?
Am I all the terrible things I have said,
Or the line of funeral cars up ahead?
I am all the names that you gave to me,
But I'm not convinced they've got meaning.
Don't you dare call me Bob, please call my kitty.
I am not the words that you say to me.
Sometimes I feel like I should be,
'Cause if I don't speak, then you're not gonna leave.
Oh, just a little more.
Oh, do I make you bored?
Oh, am I still at the store,
Oh, buying shoes that I never wore?
I'm always outside.
You can see all the molehills that I've climbed.
Give me my medal, I'll go back inside.
I'm always online.
You can read all my feats in your spate time.
Could you please swipe right if you feel so inclined?
Oh, just a little more.
Oh, do I make you bored?
Oh, am I still at the store,
Oh, buying shoes that I never wore?
All things end,
Or am I a terrible friend?
I can't keep up with what I meant to send.
When I say the word "I" I wanna puke,
And "me" is an arrogant substitute.
It can't be me or I, maybe it's you.
Oh, just a little more.
Oh, do I make you bored?
Oh, am I still at the store,
Oh, buying make up and rings,
And making up things like this man who sings,
But can't play the strings.
The end is near.
I wish I could sing.
I just wanna sing.
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5. |
No Promises Reprise
01:35
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No promises, no promises.
No inferences, no inferences.
Say it to my face, say it to my face.
No promises, no promises.
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Praeter Baltimore, Maryland
"No Promises" out 3/31.
LP 1 out this year.
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Broken Glass
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