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Too Tired (Live)
02:19
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I'm too sad to have sex, and too fragile to make love
I think about your lips the second you are gone
Dream deeply of the tone in your voice when you tell me you're proud of me
Feel my heart cave in with anguish as you drive away, you see
I'm too sad to have sex, and too fragile to make love
While you hold me in your arms I come quietly undone
Three weeks is an ocean when you made my bed into our nest
Three weeks may not seem like a lot but it's ripping me to shreds
So I'm sorry that we didn't have sex
I know you don't even expect or demand that of me
But how sweet it would have been to make love before you kissed my messy soul goodbye
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See Myself Out (Live)
03:06
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When I answered the phone I could tell in your tone it was over
But you kept talking in circles
I will be the one to pull the plug
I will open this door, I will see myself out
I told you from the start, 'I'm a sucker, I will stay til the very end'
More concerned with your wellbeing than my self-preservation
No worries.
I will open this door, I will see myself out
You don't have to worry about me coming back, you don't have to worry anymore
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When I asked you if your crush knew about me, you said I'd never come up
And I thought of every time I told a near stranger about your accomplishments
I thought that our connection tethered us across the miles, not bound by space
Were you always pressing pause when I was away?
It's not that you never loved me, it's that I loved you too much
I don't know what to do most of the time, I thought I was enough
Replaying conversations in my brain, I thought I was safe
How did I not see the warning signs in front of my face?
Now I don't what to do with this photo album, dried flowers, articles of clothes, cusa the thought of never kissing again m akes me want to hit my head against the wall.
I keep telling myself 'it's okay, connections don't go away when reframed.'
But I want you so much I can't think straight
And it's not that I think you never loved me, I think I loved you too much
And I'm doing my best not to overthink this, but it's tough
It doesn't have to go away when reframed
But I have a stomachache, and I want to complain
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Roadside America (Live)
03:40
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I've always been sentimental from an early age
I have always felt existential from my earliest days
I am eight years old crying at Roadside America to an artificial sunset and a 1930's recording of 'God Bless America'
And I felt so small in a room of such small things
And I've always felt small in existential ways
And I felt so small in a room of such small things
And I've always felt small in unexpected ways
7000 miniature people frozen in time
Down in mines, auto shops, feelin' fine
Mothers and children play in their yards
Trains and trolleys a constant state of embark
And I felt so small in a room of such small things
And I've always felt small in unexpected ways
A passion project, a slice of life
closed now by the highway side
The world keeps moving and I'm swept away.
And I felt so small in a room of such small things
And I've always felt small in unexpected ways
A passion project, a slice of life
closed now by the highway side
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Hope Speech (Live)
03:18
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I'm breathing and I'm queer
And the spirit of him is with me as I weep wet tears, wet tears
These are the first tears that I've shed since the Prozac's kicked in
The Times of Harvey Milk made me feel the pain of being alive
Yeah life is not fair, but Harvey said hope
And for that very reason I'm doing my best to cope
Be yourself, kiss your friends
Fight like hell for the living, but mourn your dead
And take a deep breath, cus you're here and you're queer and you're trying your best.
Yeah life is not fair, but Harvey said hope
And for that very reason I'm doing my best to cope
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SBSBSB (Live)
04:38
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You better count your blessings, hon
You may not see it now but today's your day in the sun
You really should be patient
Before you know it you'll be missing family beach vacations
Instead of living, you're laying in your bed
Feeling lonely and melodramatic
But you're not living at all, you're just living in your head that's all
I am trying to believe in anything that isn't me
I am an unreliable narrator, my head is a constant agitator
Spent a summer in bliss living with some of the kindest people I'd ever known
And now I wish I could go back, take back every hour I wasted crying on that shitty air mattress
Before you know it, the summer's gone
And you'll be reeling, feeling sick and alone
The smell of the summer air
The smell of your bedroom with the windows open
The smell of my whole life burning and crashing
I am trying to believe in anything that isn't me
I am an unreliable narrator, my head is a constant agitator
You better count your blessings, hon
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Space Buns Forever Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Sad pop songs and being soft.
Pittsburgh, PA
2015-2024
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