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Not All There
05:15
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you prefer our love stay foreign
and i'm not wired to commit
i still give my best performance
a seamless loop of platinum hits
i play nice for your informant
unconcerned what they submit
make some jokes at my misfortune
spiral down this endless pit
and spoil my time in the light
for i'm self-aware
beyond repair
and one look into these eyes
you will see for yourself
that i'm not all there
you prefer our love stay foreign
and i'm not wired to commit
i keep buying bigger horses
and never learning when to quit
i play dumb and without warning
you'll be amazed what i permit
soon i'm racking up endorsements
just a well-liked hypocrite
you can't keep out of your nights
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Blank Stare
04:29
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merged minds on a calm lake
sober planning to grow gray
and we all know how that ends
but i'm still pushing replay
you know what i stand for
but you make me leave my seat
i got no business on these streets
going back to a blank stare
loose plans that i can't bare
and we all know how that starts
but i'm still going back there
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Foolproof
04:53
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all my wishful strides
come with rules and rigid collars
and buckle at the exit sign
and every vulgar cry
turns to safe and sorry fodder
to validate my bottom line
won't you leave a place in history
for all i'm putting off
feel i'm swimming in some cold rejection
with a military cough
thought i was foolproof
i was always on a roll
soon i'm coming up empty
like i ever had control
never had control
good thing my mind moves at
a mile minute now
through the smokescreen
this will always be my burden to bear
now everything i try
is just seconds, minutes, dollars
is headed for the exit sign
and every bitter sigh
born from those who never bothered
is code for "yeah i'm doing just fine"
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4. |
Overcorrect
05:21
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with a pregnant pause
or a phantom call
all your instincts...
they get redder
come a strange device
at the testing site
you'll be busy
manufacturing the gloom
with a plastic bag
full of partial drafts
get well cards for broken glass
you must
overcorrect to feel enough
come a rabid thought
or a slow decay
all your instincts
come untethered
if a corporate lie
hits your compound eye
you'll be scheming
from the safety of your room
with a plastic bag
full of partial drafts
get well cards for broken glass
you must
overcorrect to feel enough
with a faint request
you make toxic fumes
every breath consumed
as you
overcorrect
as you
overthink, misuse
all the absent cues
trying all too hard
to override what blooms
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A.P. Simpson Saint Paul, Minnesota
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