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You can lie in my lap
You can always feel free to call me back
I'll be here drawing out lines
To formulate my crooked Christian fish sign
The delicate trap
Of asking me to share some metal tracks
I'm only too glad to help
Baby, Darling
These are names we won't be calling ourselves
Trying to make you laugh
Trying to find you on the internet
But your last name's a ghost
And your waist is skinnier than mosts
I am under attack
By things too boring to complain about
Let's pretend I'm in love
Mother, Father
We'll write words to songs you won't approve of
You can lie in my lap
You can always feel free to call me back
I'll be here drawing out lines
To formulate my crooked Christian fish sign
The delicate trap
Of asking me to share some metal tunes
I'm only too glad to help
Baby, Darling
These are names we won't be calling ourselves
Trying to make you laugh
Trying to find you on the internet
But your last name's a ghost
And your waist is skinnier than mosts
I am under attack
By things too boring to complain about
Let's pretend I'm in love
Mother, Father
We'll write words to songs you won't approve of
Culminate, culminate
Let it overlap and become something
I've seen your colours come true
There is imperfect black in you
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Pax Americana
05:32
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I see four colours
on the backs of scientists
and a peacemaker's hand outstretched
towards the trigger
of a kill-shot in reverse
I don't need another universe
I'm yours
You know she never could have hid
from her own Janus head
she was trapped within the grid
but I can see the figure eight
And the question
that becomes exclaimed and marked
I don't need to tear my loves apart
to find the source
of what makes them lovable
I don't need another world
I'm yours
you know he always could predict
the murder that you did
you put a black hole in his head
but I can see the figure eight
Know I am at war
I need room to breathe within your perfect structure
there's blood in the gutters for sure
tell me you saw, what I just saw
Which was a peace sign
with its lines split up by Time
and the gunshot gave him his third eye
chasing the rainbow
and its colours each in turn
I don't need another earth
I'm yours
caged like the doves you kept
I am turquoise in my death
Spiral Dynamics
but I can see the figure eight
Know I am at war
I need room to breathe within your perfect structure
there's blood in the gutters for sure
tell me you saw, what I just saw
That you're a confident dresser
confident dresser
you always get your way
I never get my way
you separate too much
the strands get lonely
confident dresser, confident dresser
I am a poor boy
smiling through the bad
hiding behind a domino mask
reading comics
to make sense of my hurt
I don't need another father
I'm yours
I can't take back what I did
so I should die instead
give me an issue I haven't read
and I will find the figure eight
I'll find the figure eight
there's blood in the gutters for sure
tell me you saw
what I just saw
I saw the figure eight
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My love is black of hair
quiet eyed and slender
dresses so debonair
hands are cold and tender
and she speaks in english
and she dresses in black
My love is a cultured thing
spending time in museums
cutting up magazines
of singers she believes in
and she studies fashions
and she don't look back
My love and I agree
on what to see in the theatre
she's of mixed pedigree
has exotic features
so she'll always look different
and you know she makes good use of that
She poses for pictures
and her eyes are never closed when it snaps
You make me feel so antique
like my name is mud
she don't belong to me
You make me feel so weak
like my name is mud
she don't belong to me
But I'll send you a picture of someone who's close to me
My love is a bride to be
we smoke pot on the weekends
she picks out clothes for me
we are Europeans
and she questions religions
and she leaves a key for me under her mat
My love is black of hair
quiet eyed and slender
dresses so debonair
hands are cold and tender
and she doesn't belong
And.
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C'est Eux Deux
08:34
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Find me on the playground
in a holy headlock
I don't have a friend in sight
My eyes have a death glow
cause you stole my Yu-Gi-Oh
I never learned how to fight
Who am I?
I don't speak your language
but I know a swear word
just by the way it's said
And all of your hatred
once translated
hurt, and it hurt real bad
Who am I?
I feel like the baby
from "Look Homeward, Angel"
I can't say a word
With my middle-school jeans on
and my Tooth And Nail theme song
I conjugate my verbs
Who am I?
Who was I?
Who will I?
Who am I?
My grades go backwards
I draw diamonds
life outside's a wrench
And me at fourteen
wonders if he'd succeed
talking girls into bed in french
Who am I?
So I walk the playground
reading "Antigone"
singing to girls in white
The one that wants to see me
is far too clingy
but I still never learned how to fight
Who am I?
I sit in the dark
til my eyes adjust
and pretend it's past midnight
and I'm still up
It's not enough for me
it's not enough
I watch as the rain
makes reflections outside
it looks like tinsel
that's been stripped and tied
It's not enough for me
it's not enough
It was summer this morning
but it's winter tonight
and these nine chords
are saving my life
It's not enough for me
it's not enough
I reread all I wrote you
when I was sixteen
where I tried hard to sound impressive
but just came across mean
It's not enough for me
it's not enough
I cried through September
like I cried through June
I've a present premonition
that my past is soon
It's not enough for me
it's not enough
It may sound like there's a problem
but everything's fine
I just wanna be alone
with “You Are My Sunshine”
It's not enough for me
it's not enough
I was reading "Pretty Deadly"
when I overheard sex
it's hard not to listen
or feel curious
It's not enough for me
it's not enough
You think about the redhead
you crossed on the stairs
give it two months
and you'll have forgotten you cared
She's not enough for me
she's not enough
I remembered when we argued
about self-harm
how I used the needle of a compass
to draw maps on my arms
It's not enough for me
it's not enough
This has been a lot of verses
but I could always write more
I don't know why
I don't get bored singing:
“it's not enough for me”
It's not enough
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