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Museum Fatigue
02:08
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Sleeping in again because I wanna
I could never let it go, but if I did would you forgive me for that?
I guess the year went pretty quickly
Everybody got so sick
Couldn’t see the other side just yet
What doesn’t kill you is supposed to make you stronger
But this doesn’t feel like strength, and I can’t take it any longer
If I’ve gotta get this way to get through every single day
Then I think something’s gotta give before I give up
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Habit
03:52
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Tell me something that I don’t know
I could really use it, I’ve been feeling jaded this week
Can you show me something new?
Open my eyes up to anything that’ll make me feel
The apple is falling further than you expected
Wander into the city looking for perspective
Fall asleep with my door open
Now you’ve got me thinking
Hope can be a dangerous thing
Tell me that you wanna make it
I can’t help but think it’s fake
It’s hard to believe
I’m still home and I can’t help it
I can’t motivate myself to leave the house today
Does it hurt you like it hurts me?
Tell me that it does
Half drunk with everything that you need
Can you act like an adult?
I’m really not sure
Come on, we’ve done a lot, man
Do you really need more?
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3. |
Thirty Days
00:50
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4. |
Sleeptalker
04:09
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Slipping, slowly and seamlessly, into nothing
Seek yourself, ceiling face, you’re certainly something
Billions and trillions of ones and zeros
Down in a digital diving bell
Dead on the internet and happy in hell
A synesthetic symphony
Hey tripsitter, stare into my eyes
Feels like we’ve been here forever
But maybe I lost track of time
A butterfly just flaps its wings
Blue fly swatter, I swear I don’t mind
A bug could never understand its effect on the sky
Out of place, saltwater tower, sundialtone
Backlight bleed, subway flood
Your own habit former,
I wish I could remember
Mirror bend, loose end, save yourself the trip
It’s a small heart attack
Renaissance painting eyes
Knife ladder
The future never arrives
Sleeptalker
I hope you got it off your chest and finally found some peace
New variants of old things
Fake phone number
I’m sorry I lied
Feelings don’t last forever
And neither does anything else for that matter
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5. |
Painted Over
02:52
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Capitalism, consciousness, escapism, fear of death
Definition of art
But where do I start now?
I don’t know how to convey what I’m feeling now
Awareness of awareness
Ironic sincerity
Sincere irony
Ironically sincere
Can you hear me?
One day I will finally find peace
When I find me and self-actualize
You make your own meaning
I know I said that before
But now I know what it means
I’ve been thinking about it more
I’m not afraid of dying
Just don’t know what I’m living for
And not for lack of trying
I just can’t help wanting more
You make me feel alive
So glad that you’re by my side
I wanna be here now with you and disregard tomorrow
Hold my phone for a moment
I think my brain is fucking broken
My ears are leaking serotonin, but I feel better
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