1. |
Taste Like Regret
03:57
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It was cold, I woke up with you still on my breath,
And I craved you like champagne and cheap cigarettes.
‘Neath the fold of a white hotel coverlet,
What I wore wasn't much to remember,
That’s why you remember it.
Sweet addiction, I’m strung out like our silhouettes,
Tangled up in the light of that TV set.
Didn't mean to wind up ‘neath your fingertips,
Making love that we stole but I know
Someday we’ll have to pay for it.
So, drown out all of my senses and
Strip down me of my memories,
Too much now than we could ever forget.
You’re tasting like regret.
Reckless daybreak, it shatters all over your skin.
Lay the hourglass down as this comes to its end.
No backtrack, I know that we can't do this again.
I should go, pick my clothes up, walk home
‘Cause I’m broke like our promises.
So, drown out all of my senses and
Strip down me of my memories,
Too much now than we could ever forget.
Drown out all of my senses and
Strip down me of my memories,
Too much now than we could ever forget.
You’re tasting like regret.
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2. |
The Middle
02:47
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Brick by brick,
You’ve been building a wall
In our bed, I can feel it.
Brick by brick,
You’re cementing the space
That you said that you needed.
And you, oh,
You don’t even wanna talk about it.
You don’t even wanna talk about it.
And you,
You don’t even wanna talk about it.
You don’t even wanna talk about what’s
In the middle,
In the middle.
Step by step,
You've been running ‘round staircases
Leading to nowhere.
Step by step,
We've been chasing extremes
And it’s not that I don’t care,
But you, oh,
You don’t even wanna talk about it.
You don’t even wanna talk about it.
And you,
You don’t even wanna talk about it.
You don’t even wanna talk about what’s
In the middle,
In the middle,
In the middle.
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3. |
The First Time is a War
03:31
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Lay down,
And you try to slip under the wire.
There's a line you keep moving,
Drug your ribbons through
Cotton trenches and friendly fire.
Can't turn back anymore.
The first time is a war.
The first time is a war.
Dressed up
Like yourself, it's the wrong kind of white.
In your uniform of skin,
You're calling attention
To all of your changing sides.
Can't turn back anymore.
The first time is a war.
The first time is a war.
Some steps forward you take two steps backward cannot erase.
There are truths that will force you to lie in the bed you made.
When the barbs on the fence make it hard to hold on like before,
The first time is a war.
The first time is a war.
Stretched out,
Put your fingers through scars in your skies,
But you can't crawl back through when
Your silver ring anthem
Has lost all its like-new shine.
Can't turn back anymore.
The first time is a war.
The first time is a war.
There are things that you barter you'll find cannot be bought back.
There's no hero’s parade wrapped up in your surrender flag.
Thought that you would be safe on that middle ground, not anymore.
The first time is a war.
The first time is a war.
Lay down and you try to slip under the wire.
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4. |
Strong Enough
03:09
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He swore he would love her but forever ended too soon.
He broke his promises once in a bottle of blue moon.
She found the devil's advocate sleeping in his room.
Hands that are idle find reckless things to do.
Batten the windows, the storm comes whenever he's home.
She walked by light of the stars in his glass of patrón.
He used to hold her, now he holds his liquor by her bones.
Love is a game she'd do better to play alone.
Half crossed hearts
And white dog scars,
They all come down to this.
Held her arms,
He wanted something
Stronger on his lips.
She wasn't strong enough.
She wasn't strong enough
For him.
Hell and high water came in with a binge and a blur.
He tried to tell her that things would get better than they were.
She chose a sentence without an ever-loving word.
He'd have to serve his time out without her.
Half crossed hearts
And white dog scars,
They all come down to this.
Held her arms,
He wanted something
Stronger on his lips.
Half crossed hearts
And white dog scars,
They all come down to this.
Held her arms,
He wanted something
Stronger on his lips.
She wasn't strong enough.
She wasn't strong enough
For him.
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5. |
Grant's Song
03:27
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You're in the habit of chasing the angels right out of your bed
Into the holes in the stories you told to yourself and to them.
You've got a pile of wings that justify the doubt that's in your head.
They gave 'em up too easily but I'll hang onto mine instead.
Can't strip me down, down, down.
Figured you out, out, out.
Can't strip me down, down, down.
Figured you out, out, out.
You are an expert at kicking up questions like leaves in my mind.
Your definitions, your answers are twisted and hollow inside.
Naïveté's a girl who waits for something she may never find.
Don't know what happened, when did you become the sum of all these lies?
Can't strip me down, down, down.
Figured you out, out, out.
Can't strip me down, down, down.
Figured you out, out, out.
Your sad agenda plays out like you wanted with those paper dolls.
You take off all their beliefs, round their feet like their dresses they fall.
Good girls are just a fantasy, they give in whenever you call.
Then I guess I’m just make believe ‘cause that don’t work on me at all.
Can't strip me down, down, down.
Figured you out, out, out.
Can't strip me down, down, down.
Figured you out, out, out.
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