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Convertible
02:22
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Alarm clock rings
Cocoa Krispies
You’re bombing black diamonds
Out in Park City
The ski lift’s paid for
Plus an indoor hot tub
You’ve got a new fella
Giving endless back rubs
I remember passenger side
Convertible - your daddy’s ride
The Westlake hills
And the Modern Vampire
Another day, more LCD
A pile of books I’ll halfway read
The fizz of Cheerwine, its conjure of memory
I still see you in my room folding laundry
I remember passenger side
Convertible - your daddy’s ride
The Westlake hills
And the Modern Vampire
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Loro Piana
04:00
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You were Slash from GnR for Halloween
But you never told your parents about anything
The broken china set and the baseball bat
The kids you sent home crying to their dads
You came into all through moments of touch
And contact with her that she just brushed off
So you loved the sensation of a Sunday morning keg stand,
The way your legs floated while others held them
Your river of recourse turned into a public hanging
And all the punk kids shouted howls of execration
“I hate you!” “I love you!” “I hate you all over again!”
I could call you up in the middle of the night
And you’d materialize by the morning light
Misplaced keys a broken heart and an STD
I could piss and pout like a debutante
Day in, day out in the middle of Sprouts
Or I could throw on Elton John’s “Levon” and get on out
Sprawled out on a Tallahassee golf course
Hidden bodies in the back of your dad’s Porsche
Patchwork madras, a sudden blow
Forget about it kid, that’s just how things go
Can we reconcile a duel of fates?
A will to sickliness, a will to hate
The black void in a black mug of coffee
The same set of rules my father gave me
Your river of recourse turned into a public hanging
And all the punk kids shouted howls of execration
“I hate you!” “I love you!” “I hate you all over again!”
I could call you up in the middle of the night
And you’d materialize by the morning light
Misplaced keys a broken heart and an STD
I could piss and out like a debutante
Day in, day out in the middle of Sprouts
Or I could throw on Elton John’s “Levon” and get on out
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Airport Cocktail
02:51
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Top shelf sex on the beach
At the Research Triangle airport
Living large in the land of yoga pants
Just trying to put your memory away
Jet fuel melts heartstring
The open terminals of my dreams
The coffee Dunkin Donuts potpourri
The bounded boundlessness of the human body
Cmon and take a sip of an airport cocktail
I’ll say it plainly - things ain’t been going well
Cmon girl crash on into me
We’ll reach emancipation by becoming debris
Speeding tube of modernity
Carve the sky with your luxury
Steady pump of come and go
The public-private Bluetooth headphones
Jet fuel melts heartstring
The open terminals of my dreams
The coffee Dunkin Donuts potpourri
The bounded boundlessness of the human body
Cmon and take a sip of an airport cocktail
I’ll say it plainly - things ain’t been going well
Cmon girl crash on into me
We’ll reach emancipation by becoming debris
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In My Garage
01:00
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Orange crush, did I give enough?
Why’s it so hard learning how to love?
In the morning time, when X ain't Y
When we both return to linear time
In a Charlotte apartment with the shades drawn down
Cosmetic kiss, it contains no sound
The coffee brews but not for two
One’s to-go and you slip into your new shoes
A stone in the river obstructing the water
Like the morning sun after you sleepover
Like a bifurcated hammer sitting in my garage
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