1. |
Kick the Habit
02:15
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Ex Lover, dirty text, remember when your boredom has gone I’m left rereading and repeating and receiving it ,rereading repeating and really needing it ! And the truth is I’m tired of sitting in darkness. Yeah, the truth is I wanna be bigger than my sadness. I really really do want to stop wanting you but I just can’t kick the habit :(
Ex Lover, flirty text, remember when your boredom has gone I’m left rereading and repeating and receiving it, rereading repeating and really needing it ! And the truth is I’m tired of sitting in darkness, yeah the truth is I wanna be bigger than my sadness. I really really do want to stop wanting you but I just can’t kick the habit :(
Ex Lover, nothing left, just a perennial second guess. scold myself ,’that’s the name of the game! When one heart fades, the other one breaks’.
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2. |
Bruises
02:42
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Sentimental value city,
fake gold jewelry
all the compliments he’s given got me livid
faith is d r i f t i n g like a comet
I thought I heard a sonnet
I thought he was Adonis
but he broke my little heart like it was just
a pinky promise
& there are bruises on my legs where yr fingers were
here I am feeling things I thought for sure I would never feel
and so I take another drag of yr cigarette
& hold yr hand like a purse I own
I know that it’s counterfeit but
I show it off like it’s real
I show it off like it’s real
Feelin Lazy on the floorboards,
blazin in the kitchen
all my words that i have given feel so distant
and my memory is f o l k l o r e
its hard not to accept more
not easy to behave
when there is no one to be sober for
there are bruises on my legs where yr fingers were
here I am feeling things I thought for sure I would never feel
and so I take another drag of yr cigarette
& hold yr hand like a purse I own
I know that it’s counterfeit but
I show it off like it’s real
I show it off like it’s real
and if an ice cube slipped into my throat
do you think that it would melt before I choked?
i know that its not safe to drink alone
so why do i do so?
there are bruises on my legs where yr fingers were
here I am feeling things I thought for sure I would never feel
and so I take another drag of yr cigarette
& hold yr hand like a purse I own
I know it’s a counterfeit but
I show it off like it’s real
I show it off like it’s real
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3. |
Sweet Teeth
02:24
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We used to bond over our sweet teeth
Sugar cubes until our gums bleed
You kissed me first when we were 19
now we're halfway through our 20s
Honey are you feeling naughty?
Have you memorized my body?
Do you think it's very likely
we can ditch this fucking party?
I can hear you whistling as you walk away
I can feel your eyes on me when you're far away
It's like you never leave, but you never stay
It's like you never leave even though you never stay
You always point out when I'm nervous
You make me blush and it's on purpose
You know I live for the banter
My silly heart is full of fervor
Can I make it any clearer?
You rack my body like a fever
You twist and turn me like a pin screw
'Cause you know I bat these baby blues for you
I can hear you whistling as you walk away
I can feel your eyes on me when you're far away
It's like you never leave, but you never stay
It's like you never leave even though you never stay
I bat my eyes you call me 'Bambi'
Fluff my hair you call me 'Barbie'
But by the end of the party,
You'll be Danny, I'll be Sandy
I can hear you whistling as you walk away
I can feel your eyes on me when you're far away
It's like you never leave, but you never stay
It's like you never leave even though you never stay
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4. |
Grrrls Like Us
02:01
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There are plenty of fish in the sea
But girls like us don’t grow on trees
We sip peach champagne til we ain’t that shy
You've got a $20 in yr pocket and mischief in yr eyes ;)
Cheap champagne til we ain’t that shy
I’ve got a clover in my locket and cherries in my Sprite
There are plenty of fish in the sea
But girls like us don’t grow on trees
I ain’t a prophet but we gotta keep our eyes on the prize
My magic 8 ball said that things are gonna turn out alright
The future’s shining like a jar of fucking fireflies
Don’t waste another minute thinking bout that girl with yr guy
There are plenty of fish in the sea
But girls like us don’t grow on trees
credits
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5. |
Peach
03:59
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I had a boyfriend and when we kissed
it was sweet, like eating a peach
I met another, I couldn’t eat couldn’t sleep,
why did Cupid shoot me?
Dreamt of a new lover, we’d flirt until I relent,
I’m teaching him French
Cried to my mother that I felt sick from my sins
and I have to repent
But all I can think about is
that boy’s mouth
Yes, all I can think about is
that boy’s mouth
I had a boyfriend and when we kissed
it was sweet, like eating a peach
I met another, I couldn’t eat couldn’t sleep,
why did Cupid shoot me?
Dear John, I’m sorry, it wasn’t part of my plan,
I hope you can understand
I hope you’re happy, you with your new girlfriend,
me with my new man
All I can think about is
that boy’s mouth
Yeah i can think about is
that boy’s mouth
I saw his handsome face,
I never should’ve looked in his eyes
His leg once brushed my leg,
I let him rest his gaze on my thighs
All I can think about is
that boy’s mouth
Yeah all i can think about is
that boy’s mouth
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6. |
Even Lana
02:06
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I thought you said it was okay to kiss?
I never tried to treat you badly :(
I know I did it fervently and maddeningly
but please don’t say you wish you never met me
I thought you said it was okay I came and left.
I never tried to treat you badly
I know I did it fervently and maddeningly
but please don’t say you wish you never met me.
‘Cause I’m done kissing boys who can’t even hold my attention
and I’m done thinking things perpetually making me sadder
like the concept of a Dear John letter
or a heart as tried & true as leather
& Even Lana found a man who fit her better than her favorite sweater.
I know I said that I was fine with this
I don’t know why I’m so unhappy
I know I left you fervently and maddeningly
but please don’t say you wish you could forget me
I thought you said it was okay I came and left
I never tried to treat you badly
I know I did it fervently and maddeningly
but please don’t say you guess you never had me
‘cause you had me you had me
And I’m done kissing boys who can’t even hold my attention
and I’m done thinking things perpetually making me sadder
like the concept of a Dear John letter
or a heart as tried & true as leather
& Even Lana found a man who fit her better than her favorite sweater.
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7. |
July
02:27
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Rubbing sunscreen on my shoulders
in May I'm like a rabbit, by August I am bolder
Plucking petals off of blossoms
in May I made a promise, by August I'd forgotten
Stagnant air making me restless,
completely rosy-cheeked and breathless
There are apple pies cooling in the window
Do simple sights make your heart-rate fly?
Like my bare thighs in July?
Where did your gf go?
Caught between the devil & the deep blue sea
When you found me a 4 leaf clover
your hair was glowing golden and yr skin was bronze
just like I imagine Paris
when he first met Helen, so how can this be wrong??
Stagnant air making me restless,
completely rosy-cheeked and breathless
There are apple pies cooling in the window
Do simple sights make your heart-rate fly?
Like my bare thighs in July?
Where did your gf go?
Caught between the devil & the deep blue sea
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8. |
Chardonnay Summer
02:53
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My heart it must be ruby red
here in this birdcage of my chest
all these random things collect,
sit to gather dust & lead.
When I thought Harlequin was dead,
you came upon my treasure chest.
All the passwords that you said,
must have gone straight to my head
King and queens,
all these wonderful things,
diamond rings
Let's have a chardonnay summer
Yeah, we can make out in taxis
I wanna feed you pieces of candy
See how my costume jewelry shimmers?
You smoke turkish silvers, &
every single night you tell me
I'm your favorite trophy
Romeo,
where'd you go?
Romeo?
Make sure my nails are painted red &
match my lipstick to my dress
Smoking cigarettes in bed,
eating cherries ruby red
And so I do what I do best,
count the stars 'til I feel blessed
Roll the dice 'til nothings left
or I'm the queen of the Midwest
King and queens,
all these wonderful things,
diamond rings
Let's have a chardonnay summer
Yeah, we can make out in taxis
I wanna feed you pieces of candy
See how my costume jewelry shimmers?
You smoke turkish silvers, &
every single night you tell me
I'm your favorite trophy
Romeo,
where'd you go?
Romeo?
Let's have a chardonnay summer
Yeah, we can make out in taxis
I wanna feed you pieces of candy
See how my costume jewelry shimmers?
You smoke turkish silvers, &
every single night you tell me
I'm your favorite trophy
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9. |
Adonis
02:13
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Apollo I think, or Adonis
You make me nervous oh boy I’ll be honest`
Cause your slang’s got the rhythm of a sonnet
and the stars they are swimming past like comets
Adonis I think or Apollo
knows a path that I think I might follow
has a plan that is sweet but its hollow
he’s a dear but he’s gone by tomorrow
Just as Paris chose Aphrodite
I think this may end very very poorly
but come here babe, you know I think you're charming
and our 20s aren't for playing safe
Apollo I think, or Adonis
You make me nervous oh boy I’ll be honest`
Cause your slang’s got the rhythm of a sonnet
and the stars they are swimming past like comets
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10. |
Backyard
02:16
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In the backyard I say a prayer for
all the little creatures, they thought I was their mother
Every day I make a wish on
all my lucky numbers, I see sequences and patterns
and with my diet coke, I take a heavy dose
it gets me really close
Like a baby smoking cigarettes
or a lash against the cornea
you are abrasive and offensive
I really gotta stop rewarding ya
In the daytime I rationalize
or blame it on the season or blame it on my star sign
in the nighttime, laying down
I’m replaying every reason second guessing and repeating
and with a heady stare, you say there’s nothing there
ask why I talk to air
Like a baby smoking cigarettes
or a lash against the cornea
you are abrasive and offensive
I really gotta stop rewarding ya
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11. |
A Reverie
02:36
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Dancing like a little flower, I die
and I'm tryna fly south for the summer, I try
Passing notes, secret codes
Father Son and Holy Ghost
Passing notes, secret codes
Father Son and Holy Ghost
Dancing like the stars on your birthday, I shine
get close and then strive to be perfect, you know why
Passing notes, secret codes
Father Son and Holy Ghost
Passing notes, secret codes
Father Son and Holy Ghost
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12. |
Alexander
02:24
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Alexander
You seem golden
you speak to me when I'm asleep
and we cavort in harmony
You're still golden
it's like I'm beholden, completely besotted
you're never forgotten
Lots of other boys have kissed my lips,
but no one does like you
Lots of other boys have grabbed my hips,
No one does like you
No one does, no one holds a candle to
My Alexander
You see others,
you've got a new lover.
The past feels like present, I'm livid and jealous
Replay autumn,
grow lovesick and solemn.
Our first conversations, I know them verbatim
Lots of other boys have kissed my lips,
but no one does like you
Lots of other boys have grabbed my hips,
No one does like you
No one does, no one holds a candle to
My Alexander
Though my actions might say otherwise,
I still ache for you
This is an ache as pure as paradise,
crystal clear & true blue
I'm still carrying a torch for you,
Oh Alexander
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13. |
Waisted
02:02
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I'm sorry you're wasted
I know it, I taste it
You're sorry you're wasted
but you're sorrier I taste it
But "Sorry"'s not a lover, it's a word
"Sorry"'s not a lover, it's a word
I'm sorry you're wasted
I know it, I taste it
You're sorry you're wasted
but you're sorrier I taste it
But "Sorry"'s not a lover, it's a word
"Sorry"'s not a lover, it's a word
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14. |
Sky Blue
02:10
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Take a deep breath, smoke a cigarette.
Gotta clear my head, get some beauty rest
Realize that he never loved me back
He probably only said that
Because my eyes are sky blue,
and I've known him since high school
and I love him with his hair long
and I tell him that he's handsome
We can draw hearts on our legs and our arms
We can open closed doors and wish on shooting stars
I feel like I'm still a Catholic school girl
tracing the lines on my small, sweaty palms
Help me out boy, share your cigarettes
Keep my lips red, suck a peppermint
Better take it back, or baby, hold your breath
I know you only said that
Because my eyes are sky blue
and I've known ya since high school
and I love you with your hair long
and I tell you that you're handsome
We can draw hearts on our legs and our arms
We can open closed doors and wish on shooting stars
I feel like I'm still a Catholic school girl
tracing the lines on my small, sweaty palms
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15. |
HHS2
02:29
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You wanted to go on a walk outside
but I was wearing high heeled shoes
So I left them behind.
You made me smile when you kissed my hand lightly,
like a prince or a king.
We played pretend all day that day.
I'm never coming home,
I really lost my way.
I'm never coming home,
I really lost my way.
They say you are a bad, bad seed
But you're not bad for me
I blush and call your name
'Cause you know that I can't refuse
Honey, it's the truth
I love the seedy things you say
I'm never coming home,
I really lost my way.
I'm never coming home,
I really lost my way.
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