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Spicy Mango Shrimp
04:41
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I liked you better
When you were unavailable
I liked how you didn’t want me
Cause I don’t want myself
And it’s comforting to experience the worst in my own head
God you’re so dramatic
You’re sleeping with all my friends
Meet me in the summer
Cut it short in the fall
I won’t show you that I cared
Sit through this break up with no feeling
I’m a bad feminist and you’re a good narcissist
You’re a real brain hoe
Charmed by a shitty Edgar Allen Poe
You know
I don’t
I don’t know
Meet me in the summer
Cut it short in the fall
I won’t show you that I cared
Sit through this break up with no feeling
Please accept this as my formal resignation
From us I’m out of here
I want you until you want me
Then please leave me alone
I want you until you want me
Then please leave me alone
Please leave me alone
Please accept this as my formal resignation
From us I’m out of here
I want you until you want me
Then please leave me alone
I want you until you want me
Then please leave me alone
Please leave me alone
I want you until you want me
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2. |
Julia
04:48
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I’m one hundred miles away
And I’m stuck running in place
With you time flies by but when you’re gone I find
That I’m just waiting for the second you come home
And I’m sorry if these calls are inadequate
You know I’m trying to tell you how I feel
But those moments pass by
And every second seems to only grow
I’m stuck here with nowhere to go
And I am cursed to know
I’m one hundred miles away
And I’m stuck running in place
With you time flies by but when you’re gone I find
That I’m just waiting for the second you come home
And I’m sorry if these calls are inadequate
You know I’m trying to tell you how I feel
But those moments pass by
And every second seems to only grow
I’m stuck here with nowhere to go
And I am cursed to know
I’m one hundred miles away
And I’m stuck running in place
With you time flies by but when you’re gone I find
That I’m just waiting for the second you come home
I try to bridge this distance
With small talk and empty wishes
How can I concentrate when I’m without you
Full summers empty autumns
They’re all just champagne problems
I am just not the same when I’m without you
I try to bridge this distance
With small talk and empty wishes
How can I concentrate when I’m without you
Full summers empty autumns
They’re all just champagne problems
I am just not the same when I’m without you
I’m one hundred miles away
And I’m stuck running in place
With you time flies by and when you’re gone I find
That I’m just waiting for the second you come home
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Shoulders
03:17
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I don’t recognize myself
It’s surreal surely I’m thinking of somebody else
I don’t think I look like the front-woman of a band
But that’s where I am
These people on my shoulders
Don’t have my best intentions in mind
I was just trying to get through the workday
Without crying in the backroom
You never thought I was trying my best
I’ve never thought I was trying my best
Do you want to be in my movie
Is that the only way you’ll see how you’ve affected me
You never thought that I was trying my best
I’m losing the weight of hating my body
Shame or guilt or maybe I was ill
So many red flags have me feeling unlucky
But that’s where I’ve been
These people on my shoulders
Don’t have my best interest in mind
I was just trying to get through the party
Without crying in the bathroom
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4. |
Nvm
05:10
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Wine tastes good and sometimes that’s all I know
After making sense of nothing
Weed feels good and I don’t even know why I feel better
Until I remember I went to the nutri-grams cupboard
A giggly kid feeling sad about her parents
How are you doing
I don’t want to know
Are you trying to get better
I’m not mad, I’m disappointed
Is this still my dad’s number
Nevermind
Nevermind
It’s been a year; he was gone on Thanksgiving
I’m feeling pretty grateful that he’s out
Cause I don’t want to remember what panic feels like
When he leaked the gas line by the roasting bird
Oh fuck, I’m too tired
How are you doing
I don’t want to know
Are you trying to get better
I’m not mad, I’m disappointed
Is this still my dad’s number
Nevermind
Nevermind
I call him missing, but please don’t start a search
I’m just fine waiting for this dead man of mine
I call him missing, but please don’t start a search
I’m just fine waiting for this dead man of mine
How are you doing
I don’t want to know
Are you trying to get better
I’m not mad, I’m disappointed
Is this still my dad’s number
Is this still my dad’s number
Nevermind, nevermind
Nevermind, nevermind
Nevermind, nevermind
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5. |
Call Your Kid
04:00
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I didn't know your urgency to get out of town
How fast you found
Some place up in Vermont
I thought of calling the local authorities
Cause I was worried you had drowned
Call your kid
I wanted to write on your page, on her page
Call your kid
I wanted to write on your page, on her page
I couldn't see it, I didn't believe it
I couldn't see it, I didn't believe it
What's five days
I couldn't see you, I didn't believe you
I couldn't see you, so I didn't believe you
What's five days
I thought I lost you
I knew when I lost you
I thought you'd come around
When you lost me
And I'm fine
Well I guess you don't go to church anymore
Even though it was your job before
Jesus man would never leave his family all alone
Grown-ass man has no answers for me
No, no, no, no
I thought I lost you
I knew when I lost you
I thought you'd come around
When you lost me
And I'm fine
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Bad Self Portraits Omaha, Nebraska
A product of high school and college friendships, Bad Self Portraits write indie-rock songs that tackle the unpredictability of growing up and finding stability. Unapologetic, honest lyrics live at the forefront of their guitar-driven tracks, and serve as an ode to learning how to (sometimes unsuccessfully) navigate change as a twenty-something. ... more
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