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Diet-Punk
02:23
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I want to go back to the beginning...
Writing punk songs in that cold garage.
I used to have such fun.
I was young and dumb.
Lost myself to the parties.
I lost sight of priorities.
I lost sight of myself.
Now, I'm someone else.
I'll be the death of the party.
I tell myself; "Those days are behind me."
I was so lost in a fog of debauchery.
All sense of time out the window, like a motel room TV hitting the pavement below.
A drink-ticket PBR washes down the sorrow.
I miss waking up and knowing where I was going.
I was always waiting for something to begin.
I lost myself to the parties.
I lost sight of priorities.
I lost sight of myself.
Now, I'm someone else.
Fucking nostalgia, and fucking regrets, swirl around my head and heart like a net.
I lost myself to the parties.
I lost sight of priorities.
I lost sight of myself.
Now, I'm someone else.
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Honeyed Lightning
02:30
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I wasn't ready for this; I fell in love
is this just a chemical reaction empty
like the skies above?
I was so sick of love
easy come, easy go
if you love them, let them know
so hold on tightly, let go lightly
I was more thorn than rose
bitterness poisoned my prose
I had blood on my teeth the copper tasting
kisses you called so sweet
I was so sick of love
easy come, easy go
if you love them, let them know
so hold on tightly, let go lightly
I tore down walls I'd built; love is the law,
do as thou wilt
this is how I was meant to be
crazy and wild and free
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Sometimes Love
01:11
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Some people love like cigarettes...
They leave you full of regrets.
A spark, a flame, then smoke...
Pick up the pieces of the heart that broke.
Sometimes love is the joke.
Tongue kisses and holding hands,
In truth just fistfuls of sand...
They say they love you back.
They say they'll end their marriage,
quick snap.
Sometimes love is crap.
'Till death do us part;
a dagger in the heart.
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Safe Word
01:39
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"Star crossed fuckers."
I wouldn't call us lovers, we never got that chance.
Always a "what if," romance.
They're like a cat; they wants exactly one scratch.
I'd drink any poison they made, right down the hatch.
I'll always love you, my heart's dominatrix.
No words are safe; kissing you is like taming a snake.
You're dangerous.
We come together, waves of pleasure, skin on fire at the touch of a feather.
I'll always love you, my heart's dominatrix.
No words are safe; kissing you is like taming a snake.
We fuck on a bed of nails.
Like a train derails.
We're breathing heavy, covered in sweat.
Forgive but never forget.
I'll always love you, my heart's dominatrix.
No words are safe; kissing you is like taming a snake.
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I've crossed the border from lubricated to morose.
One too many, I suppose.
"It takes a thinker to think."
"And a drinker to drink."
And to hit rock bottom throwing up in the kitchen sink.
You forget.
Then remember.
You Spiral forever.
You drag your feet like teeth ripping meat.
You make the bed... but call in sick.
You self sabotage brick by brick.
Get down off your cross.
Sparked up and spaced out; riddled with self doubt.
Get down off your cross.
I've crossed the order from lubricated to morose.
One too many, I suppose.
It takes a thinker to think, and a drinker to drink...
and to hit rock bottom, throwing up in the kitchen sink.
That's not a cocktail, it's an emergency feeding the devil inside me.
My words tumble forth to instant regret, damage done on a night I know I'll forget.
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