1. |
Backseat Window
01:38
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This one's for the booze
and the cigarettes I tasted on your breath.
For the bruise
you left when you finished with my neck.
You couldn't choose
which road to take or who to take there.
What's to lose
other than the time that we spent here?
Finger fog print
Backseat window
Black dress balled up
Your voice echoes why
we never could forget.
Somehow I
I stood by
Watched you walk out of my life
Just told myself, "It's for the best."
Finger fog print
Backseat window
Black dress balled up
Your voice echoes why
we never could forget.
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2. |
Behind the Blinds
02:31
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She said, "What did you do?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I hope she's worth it in the end."
Look, babe, I promise you
that shit ain't even true.
Just let me find where to begin.
I swear she wasn't here tonight.
I must've lost track of the time
we shared, it disappeared,
behind the blinds with this girl's pulled back hair.
She dances 'round the room.
Asks me what I wanna do.
Unbuckles straps around her shins.
Her hands around my neck.
Black balled up little dress.
Your photos watch her take me in.
I swear she wasn't here tonight.
I must've lost track of the time
we shared, it disappeared,
behind the blinds with this girl's pulled back hair.
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3. |
Full of Hope
02:41
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Like a kid
trying to bum a cigarette
from a stranger passing him.
Well, I'll just sit on this curb
and watch the tail lights fade.
And I swear I'm not the same.
You met me at such a strange place in my life.
Do you remember how it felt to be so young and full of hope?
Blur past the yellow lines.
Still stuck inside my mind
thinking how easy it is;
or how it should be.
But I know I'm still the same.
You met me at such a strange place in my life.
Do you remember how it felt to be so young and full of hope?
Like a kid
trying to bum a cigarette
from a stranger passing him.
Well, I'll just sit on this curb
and watch the tail lights fade.
But I know I'm still the same.
You met me at such a strange place in my life.
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4. |
Apartment Lights
03:10
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We've got no place else to be.
If I could, I swear I'd never leave.
Would you mind if I stay the night on your couch?
We stumble down these city streets
beneath apartment lights and drink.
A cigarette burns down toward your mouth.
And I kept on believing that these nights were here to stay.
I drove by where you once lived.
Shotgunned beer before you left
and got the fuck out of this town.
Laughing about the shit we said,
regrets we shared, the money spent,
the neighbors screaming we're too loud.
... you could still use my Netflix account.
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