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Forget About Me
03:33
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Forget Me
I don’t want to be replaced
I want to be erased
You want my head up on a spear
I just want to disappear
“I like smooth, shiny girls,
hardboiled and loaded with sin.”
Rode hard, put away wet,
sharp teeth, soft skin
I don’t want a confidant/ confessor
Never wanted a friend in the first place
I need someone to comb my hair, then crush my skull
Obliterate every trace
(chorus)
I don’t want to be adored
I want to be ignored
Come on, babe, fulfill my fantasy
Let me watch you forget about me
As I fade away, I can see your eyes clear
I only ever wanted your happiness
Believe it, my dear
Some things are better with distance
Underneath bulletproof glass
You’re going to love me that much more
In an unmarked grave, buried deep in your past
(chorus)
You hate the drugs I used to do
And the chicks I used to screw
You should grant them amnesty
Forgive them, forget me
Come on, babe, fulfill my fantasy
Let me watch you forget about me
You’re my angel, you’re my sweet
You’re my delight, my sweet relief
I’ll bleed right through your clean white sheets
Unlucky girl, I’m your lucky guy
Your mattress sprouting wings
And taking to the sky
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Animals
03:41
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When I was an animal, I lived in a cave
I got so fucking high, I didn’t come down for days
When we were animals, our bed was grave
I was your concubine, you were my slave
When we were animals
Blood running down the inside of your legs
Blood running down the side of my head
We were not wounded, we were already dead
When we were animals
You were an animal, an animal you remained
I cried and called, I screamed and howled
That lonely night you ran away
I’m still an animal, king of my cage
Turn on the TV, Frank Sinatra singing ‘My Way’
I didn’t get my way
Blood running down the inside of my legs
Blood running down the side of your head
We were not wounded, we were already dead
When we were animals
Blood running down the insides of our legs
Blood running down the sides of our heads
We were not wounded, we were already dead
When we were
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Death in Greenpoint
03:32
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Coke birds sing songs of distant car alarms
Distant car alarms sound like birds
The moon hangs so low, it looks like a streetlight
Over three old men with three tall boys of Coors Light
You’re screaming underneath my window
My roommate’s blacked out on the toilet again
I’m checking into the emergency room
Under a fake name at four AM
Break, heart, break
Fail, liver, fail
But if you can hear me complaining,
I’m neither dead or in jail
I can’t remember where I parked my car
And I’m afraid of what the future holds
I don’t want to die in Greenpoint
Where the sewage treatment plant smells suspiciously like Chinese food
I don’t even want to think about what that means
We’re straining our eyes, looking for those big city lights
But it’s not even Jersey, it’s Queens
If that’s my mother calling on the phone,
Dude, I am totally not home
I’m exercising my right to surrender to the poison of my choice
I am the master of my own worst case scenarios
(chorus)
I feel like I’m going to die in Greenpoint
I think I’m going to die in Greenpoint
I know I’m going to go with a head full of blow
in a Polish disco
in Greenpoint
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Willin'
03:41
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Last of My Kind
04:18
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It’s not that the heart has stopped beating
It’s just moved to marking time
It’s not that the lungs have stopped breathing
They still deflate and rise
Tear ducts micturate and dry
Nerve endings wither, calcify
It’s not that the body has stopped working
Like it ever had the choice to resign
It’s not that the cells have stopped growing
They’ve grown monstrous, they divide and divide
and divide and divide and divide
Your new body’s brighter and boring
How do you intend to excise all these vestigial organs?
I cannot change
I will not evolve
I am an artifact, I’m the last of my kind
You will encounter me in the pages of a textbook
Too scared to move ahead,
so stubborn I was left behind.
My tiny brain, buried in my thick skull,
I’m the last of my kind
I’m your payphone, your calling card, a tattered atlas
A relic, a curio, a useless artifact
Mixtapes and photo albums,
a late night long-distance phone call
This used to mean something but just what,
We can’t recall now.
Your world’s moving forward, yeah, it’s thriving
Where do you intend to bury this survivor?
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Destructible
03:59
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(for Mattie)
Farmer John, you’ve got a lovely daughter
Green apple conditioner like blood in the water
Chipping fingernail polish, second year of college
What secrets does she keep inside her heart-shaped locket?
Tea so sweet
it hurts your teeth
Farmer John, I’m in love with your daughter
She lets the towel fall and steps into the water
Her slender body swinging like a pendulum
As close to the beginning as I am to the end
I am destructible
Paranoid, untrustable
Glass half empty, resentful
Out of patience, out of time
Fire prone, unbulletproof
I cannot tell a truth
Cut the shades down, pull the lights
The darkest hour is just before
The middle of the night
When the ‘child bride’ jokes are getting tired
Time’s not on my side
It’s not too late, it’s never too late for you
To change your mind
(chorus)
Cut the shit now, kill the lights
My darling
Goodbye
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World's Smallest Violin
04:15
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We were in a bar, I can’t remember the details
I passed for conscious, you passed for female
Parliaments and dick jokes and lukewarm Budweiser
Lime, ice, and tonic mixed with hand sanitizer
You were Xanax and Adderall, keybumps and Klonopin
Borderline personality disorder in bobby pins
When I kissed your mouth, you tasted like something
I hadn’t thrown up yet
And when I pulled down my pants, that look on your face,
Like you had lost a bet
I’m a trainwreck, you’re a graveyard
I’m a hard-on, only half-hard
Waving my dick in my hand
like a tiny white flag, no bigger than a pin
The World’s Smallest Violin
Threw my canary down your coal mine, what a fruitless endeavor
Like a flooded basement, the pumping went on forever
Morning came before we did
And shone cruel light on our failed fornication
So we fell into the only thing that we hadn’t tried:
the fetal position
(chorus)
Darling, tell me your name again
I swear, we’ll part the best of friends
At least until the tests come back negative
Then we’ll both agree to never speak of this again
(chorus)
Lesbians and virgins,
thanks for fucking nothing
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Wooden Crosses
02:58
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Wooden crosses, roadside graves
White crosses at the Gas n’ Save
Six million ways to come undone
Six million ways and it takes only one
Perverts lined up, the degradation arcade
I haven’t slept in forty days
I dreamed that I called you, I wish I could call
But mostly I dream about alcohol
I saw you in your hospital bed
I saw you in your wedding dress
Memories squirm like a carpet of pythons
They rise up to strike then they’re gone
Sweet gasoline, concrete island
Blue Listerine truck-stop violence
I built you this song out of dreams that expired
I built you this song so you’ll know that I’m tired
Tired of dive bars and punk clubs and hotels
Tired of strangers with questionable motives
I don’t want to be here and you don’t want me here
So let’s all close our eyes and watch me disappear
I’ll disappear
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Never Drinking Again
06:16
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I’m never drinking again
Vodka, tequila, or gin
Not alone in this dark room
Well, at least not right now
I’m never drinking again
I’m never smoking again
No more nicotine stains on my hands
That warm breath of air on my cold nights
Goodbye to my old trusted friend
I’m never smoking again
I’m never taking pills again
Morphine, Percocet, ketamine
Xanax, fentanyl, ecstasy
Mexican Vicodin
I’m never taking pills again
I can’t control myself, control myself
I can’t control myself, control myself
I can’t control myself, control myself
I’m never smoking crack again
No, no more that devil methamphetamine
That skeletal hand on my throat
My lungs scorched by that sick wind
I’m never doing white trash drugs again
I’m never going to touch you again
No, I’ll never even talk to you again
My cold, guilty hands
on your warm soft skin
I hope I never see you again
(chorus)
I’m never drinking again
Whiskey, tequila, or gin
I’ve come too far to turn back now
Have to start all over again
But if I drink
I will drink with you
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One more
One more
One more kick in the balls
New York, did you have to?
I guess you had to see me crawl
Goodbye to my old life
Goodbye to the low life
My God, it seems so sad and strange
to watch you circle down the drain
Goodbye to my old love
I’m so glad I got a taste of
your husband’s wife before he did
and hurt you so, you can’t forgive me
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye to my old friends
We’ll meet again in the end
But if you left those debts overdue
You better hope I don’t see you
Goodbye I say, so long, farewell
We’ll meet again down the road
It’s not the end, I’m being dramatic
Still I feel my lungs are collapsing
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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Animals (radio edit)
03:41
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Mishka Shubaly Phoenix, Arizona
Shipwreck survivor, Jeopardy clue, bestselling writer, road dog on house arrest.
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