1. |
Bambury Road
03:48
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I got a lion in my pocket
I got a picture in my locket
but I don't know how to shoot the rockets
inside my head
Last I heard the chair had turned to broken
Fists talk, and the words they go unspoken
When breathing feels like choking
And your cheeks are red
Bambury Road
a calm home
softly and silently go
Double time tick tock
crippling lip lock
hands in your mouth
little rocks in an old sock
swinging around
I bit my sister in the stomach
no reason just to say I done it
little holes in her t-shirt
and I think it bled
he was a loaf of a lover
dog piles and games of red rover
its never over till its over
and your leaving me for dead
Bambury Road
a calm home
softly and silently go
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2. |
North Carolina
04:04
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Found a salamander on a rock
and a nickel in my pocket
not enough for a gum or a ball
from the grocery store tattoo machine
I wanted something really mean
like a flaming skull or a harley davidson
temporary tear drop underneath my eye
punch the kids with my ring pop
and I make them cry
and I've got
too many songs in my head
too much time on my hands
not enough motivation
in my legs or extremities
I know a hundred ways to fuck up
two hundred lies could tell
a million mean thoughts
that I'm thinking while we're speaking
North Carolina
I remember you
kinda
I think I've had too much to drink
silly putty pressed against my palm
and of course theres porn on
and I'm bouncing on the couch
up and down
wondering why he's pulling on her hair
while I'm playing with the tear
in my shirt that I keep chewing on
take the vhs tape out
and smash it with a hammer
as I stammer
this is wrong
and I've got
a mason jar of my tears
a dream journal of nightmares
a shoe box under my bed but I'm not sure whats in it
still I know
the skeletons they are real
I cuddle them and it feels
like I am getting closer to the old me
North Carolina
I remember you
kinda
I think I've had too much to drink
found a maggot in my cheerios
and a lame not in the roses
that you gave me on the 4th of july
the fireworks were a let down
not big enough
to loud a sound
I wanted a goddamn mushroom cloud
but all I got was sparks
like a flat pop from the dollar store
I just wanted a little more
but moral of the story is you pay for what you get
and its 1-2-3-4-5 steps
from your front door
to the bedroom
and its 5-6-7-8-9-10 moments
of consideration
then lets go
13 failed attempts at putting up that poster
on your wall
of prince
who's watching all of this
North Carolina
I remember you
kinda
I think I've had too much to drink
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