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Here he says you’re perfect
Does it mean that much if he’s not looking?
At you for that long, he’s too caught up,
Wording his sentence that you are the one
In a book, on tv (wrong channel)
He says that girl looks just like me
Nanananana
Nananana
You look like the girl from my dream
Nanananana
Nananana
I think I’ll go back to sleep
She’s fiction
Do you want me or a picture of me?
She’s fiction
Do you want affection or something to put on your shelf?
She’s fiction
Here he says you’re his number one
But he’s looking at the wall instead
Face the fact, you came in last,
The poster doesn’t interrupt him when he talks
In a book, on tv (wrong channel)
He says that girl looks just like me
Nanananana
Nananana
Now you’re just a poser, poster on my wall
Nanananana
Nananana
Stick figure’s easier than photoshop
Nanananana
Nananana
Paint over it for the copyright
Nanananana
Nananana
Why look at you when I could watch paint dry
She’s fiction
Do you want me or a picture of me?
She’s fiction
Do you want affection or something to put on your shelf?
She’s fiction
Do you see me or do you see a rose tint?
She’s fiction
Do you see me or is all you see hot pink?
She’s fiction
Number one
You came in last
When he talks
In a book
Wrong channel
Nanananana
Nananana
From my dream
Nanananana
Nananana
Back to sleep
She’s fiction
Do you want me or a picture of me?
She’s fiction
Do you want affection or something to put on your shelf?
She’s fiction
Blank page
The girl is gone
Disguises off
End of Mulan
As you look over your shoulder
You’re still looking at the poster
Nanananana
Nananana
Rose-colored tint
Nanananana
Nananana
No you're seeing
Full-out in pink
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2. |
Middle of Traffic
04:22
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Step out of my way
You perfect planned distraction
But now I’m following you through
The good and the Badlands
And I’d try to talk to you
But that goes against my planning
I’ve got to get away from you
But I forgot what my plan was
You look too good to look away (so good)
Cross-section of my mistakes (my mistakes)
I should look both ways before I cross (left and right)
Middle of the road, I think I forgot (oh no)
There you are
On the other side
Walking away
Without a smile
Close your eyes
And count to three (3x3)
Walking through traffic
Playing hide and seek
You look too good to look away
Cross-section of my mistakes (so many)
I should look both ways before I cross (left and wrong)
Middle of the road, I think I forgot
Does it scare you if I stare
If it’s a contest, I wouldn’t blink
There was a stop sign, you whispered go (go, go)
And now I don’t know what to think (what do you think?)
I try I try I try as I might
But I know deep down I can’t win this fight
I try I try I try and I might
If I could just get you off my mind
I try I try I try as I might
But I know deep down I can’t win this fight
I try I try I try and I might
If I could just get you off the road
Try to calm my pulse to a metronome
Like the windshield wipers, drivers on their phones
Eyes everywhere, cameras catch the speed
There’s nowhere to hide, and everywhere to seek
Everywhere I go, everything I see
You’re looking right back at me
Everywhere I go, everything I see
You’re looking right back at me
You look too good to look away (look away)
Maybe I will another day (tomorrow)
You look too good to look away
Cross-section of my mistakes (so many)
I should look both ways before I cross (left and right)
I should look around before diving in your arms (I forgot)
I should think about if this is right or wrong (wrong)
I should think before I go and write you a whole song (too late)
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3. |
Lydia Night
03:00
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(And it's only been)
3 hours later, I’m waiting for a letter
Dog waiting for its owner
Wait for you to shrug a shoulder
On a used napkin, is that her lipstick?
The wording's intellectual, but the writing's illegible
Reused the stamp from someone else
Mystery if it arrives, just like you yourself
It was addressed to my next-door neighbor
But their mailbox was open, at least after I opened it
And you would end it with friend
But that’s not what I did with the letter I sent
Let me just go paint over the mirror
Until it's something that you like
Might have to paint over it tomorrow
But for tonight, Lydia Night
And I just can't go on looking like this
I'm looking like I'm looking through your mailbox and trash
And I know a disguise probably wouldn't work
But if you thought I was someone else, “friend” wouldn't be the word
Dyed dead pink for GIRLI - but it's already night
Try Lydia again, but I can’t draw the hearts right
With the length of the list of the ex-lovers veering Taylor Swift
I’ve got plenty to fill the trunk with
Ignored my own advice, going Full-Out in Pink
But the box dye turned it to more of a yellow-green
So 5 weeks later, I'm dressing up as your idol
But you went to the meet and greet and already’ve got her phone number
Her boyfriend's in the band that we almost went and saw
But you didn't feel like fighting him, and the tickets were sold out
So now it's 1 week later, and the phone’s about to ring
Lydia's phone decorated with your caller ID
And you wait a minute then hang up
Because I forgot how to talk
Let me just go paint over the mirror
Until it's something that you like
Might have to paint over it tomorrow
But for tonight, Lydia Night
So what does it make me if I just go on making
Layering, creating; my face is plagiarized
I could try paint thinner, but the paint is getting thicker
I thought your eyes glimmered, but maybe that's the light
And I know I said disguises wouldn't work
But I've seen it myself, the way you look at her
And that's exactly the point my boyfriend made against it
I agreed with him, then dressed as Lydia just to test it
It felt like a minute then you had to catch your flight
You said it made your heart happy when I said it made me cry
But my boyfriend called you and told you everything I said
I would say it here, but it can't be repeated
Let me just go paint over the mirror
Until it's something that you like
Might have to paint over it tomorrow
But for tonight--
So what does it make me if I just go on making
Layering, creating; my face is plagiarized
I could try paint thinner, but the paint is getting thicker
I thought your eyes glimmered, but maybe that's the light
Lydia Night
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4. |
Nightmare (On Elm St)
03:17
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And I never got that letter that you never wrote
Took too much effort to cut out letters for a ransom note
But you said it in your song, you warned the whole town
The girl got out and —she gets around
I’m the nightmare on Elm Street
If you’re sleeping with her, you’re dealing with me in your dreams
And there’s no safe space, there’s no time out
Caffeine heartbeat, see me with your eyes shut
I'm all alone in here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get me out, get me out
Get me out now, get me out
Let me in, let me in
I know you’re in there
You said say it now and so I talk talk talked
Talked them into boarding the bedrooms off
But every fairy tale needs a good old fashioned villain
The bad girls fell asleep, change of plans and I’m the villain
I’m the nightmare on Elm Street
If you’re sleeping with her, you’re dealing with me in your dreams
And there’s no safe space, there’s no time out
Caffeine heartbeat, see me with your eyes shut
Sign this contract
One look of me
Turned insomniac
Field of sheep
There’s no going back
One look of me
Well, it sounds like a dream living on Elm Street
I'm all alone in here
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get me out, get me out
Get me out now, get me out
Get me out, get me out
Get me out now, get me out
Nine’s an odd number, and she’s pretty strange
You went to write a love song but it got too late
Daydream apparatus is a good disguise
Too bad you can't daydream at night
Clouds roll in
Where’d you go (Get me out)
Dive off the plank of
Pinocchio’s nose
Clouds darken
When I go outside (Get me out)
Sign this contract
You’ll never— sleep again
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5. |
Camouflage
03:01
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Camouflaged into the stairs
You stay on the first floor
Say you’re scared of what’s in the basement
It’s decorated in hallucinations
Camouflaged into the couch
Wouldn’t mind if you sat down
But now you’re leaving, what’s the rush?
Camouflaged with the exit
Camouflaged tires under the car
Don’t leave me on a hit and run
What you’ve done, whatever you are
I know I’d like to get to know this one
Camouflaged the voice in the call
Someone else’s voicemail
Numbers are alike, numbers I typed
Camouflaged into the save data
Shifting into another being
Don’t remember this person in the mirror
Mouth tacked up, forever stuck
Overdosed on prescribed optimism
Shifting into a chair
Waiting in a waiting room
Ever return? A call or your presence?
Future? Only know the present tenses
Think it’s shapeshifting
But I’m still the same
Person I was just yesterday
Just a facelift, facelift away
From looking as happy as before you came
Then left
Think it’s shapeshifting
But I’m still the same
Think it’s shapeshifting
But I’m still the same
Think it’s shapeshifting
But I’m still the same
Person I was just yesterday
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6. |
Side of the Road
03:54
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Now I’ve got you where I want you
Let me take you for a ride
Just a hand in my back pocket
You say it’s not yours but it’s not mine
Now I’ve gotten where I want to
How long did we specify?
Just a hand in my back pocket
You say it’s not yours but it’s not mine
It’s just a joyride, baby, without the joy
The oval track makes me dizzy
Straight line see how far we’ll go
Before I see someone better on the side of the road
Now it’s getting darker
I know you’re not a fool
You’d get there faster
If you go by foot
Now it’s getting colder
You ask for my jacket
I turn the AC up
And say it’s my ex’s, but you can have it
Now I’ve got you where I want you
Let me take you for a ride
Just a hand in my back pocket
You say it’s not yours but it’s not mine
It’s just a joyride, baby, without the joy
The oval track makes me dizzy
Straight line see how far we’ll go
Before I see someone better on the side of the road
It’s just a joyride, baby, without the joy
The oval track makes me dizzy
Straight line see how far we’ll go
I see someone better on the side of the road
The tank’s empty but still 100 speed,
Why are the brakes out? Why won’t you leave?
Careful jumping out, dear
There’s the police, you can ask them for a lift
It’s just a joyride
It’s just a joyride
It’s just a joyride, baby
It’s just a joyride
It’s just a joyride
It’s just a joyride maybe
It’s just a joyride
It’s just a joyride
It’s just a joyride, baby
It’s just a joyride
It’s just a joyride
It’s just a joyride maybe
The oval track makes me dizzy
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7. |
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My self-image is a polaroid passed around
It’s a blur, black ink spots dripping down
And he asked them to say what they see
If you change the channel, it's the end of me
But can you-- connect the dots?
Black inkblots-- forming your thoughts
They say to think-- before I talk
But what do I do before I punch?
Watching third person as my reputation hits the ground
Writing the rumors that they all believe but never tell
We can’t speak of this, no longer on the list
What’s her name, forgot her face, but I remember it was hot as hell
My self-image
My self-image is a polaroid passed around
It's a blur, black ink spots dripping down
My reflection is a poster on his wall
Signed and autographed by the devil herself
But can you-- connect the dots?
Black inkblots-- forming your thoughts
They say to think-- before I talk
But what do I do before I punch?
Watching third person as my reputation hits the ground
Writing the rumors that they all believe but never tell
Gripping the railing as I watch it all go to hell
Every word out my mouth is descending as well
And I've befriended unexpected shadows
While the prior pried away the candles
My self-image
My self-image is a polaroid passed around
It's a blur, black ink spots dripping down
And he asked them to say what they see
If you change the channel, it’s the end of me
But can you-- connect the dots?
Black inkblots-- forming your thoughts
They say to think-- before I talk
But what do I do before I punch?
Watching third person as my reputation hits the ground
Writing the rumors that they all believe but never tell
We can’t speak of this, no longer on the list
What’s her name, forgot her face, but I remember it was hot as this place we’re in
Hell, maybe I'm not as horrible as I seem
Maybe I’m just a little in between
All their mouths connect the dots
The ink is running, but time’s up
My self-image
My self-image is a polaroid passed around
It's a blur, black ink spots dripping down
My self-image is a Rorschach Test
Displayed on every channel in his television set
Take a Rorschach test
And you can guess the rest
Take a Rorschach test
And you can guess the rest
Take a Rorschach test
On his television set
Take a Rorschach test
And you can guess the rest
Take a Rorschach test
And you can guess the rest
Take a Rorschach test
And you can guess the rest
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8. |
Jailbreak
04:05
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You think you’re in a good place
I’m gonna put you in The Good Place
You think you saw an angel
Well I think I saw
Devil horns, tv antenna
I will follow you into the black of night
Dim screen, static taking up my night
Have a near death experience
And come right back for more
You think something new will be on the news
All it is is Grim making his debut
Just bones, he can’t sign the papers
Devil horns, tv antenna, tell me what it is, I’ll save ya
I can’t save ya
You’re lookin’ to jailbreak out of this hell
Keep lookin’ but there’s no key for your cell
Think you’re goin’ to jailbreak out of my heart
You’re stuck here, that’s the best part
Follow you to a dead end
Follow you to The End
Signal’s out, the camera’s off
Press you up against the wall
So you better keep your mouth shut
Unless my lips are on it
I want your hands where I can’t see them
I’ll let lips arrest, they’re the best at locking
You’re looking to jailbreak out of this hell
Keep on looking but there’s no key for your cell
Think you’re going to jailbreak out of my heart
You’re stuck here, that’s the best part
Turn it on, turn it off
Turn it on, turn it off
What’s the crime, just a shattered ego
Shattered screen, but I can't let you go
Thought it was just a dream
But it’s playing on your screen
Turn around, and turns out there were several
Everyone’s breaking and entering--
my heart-- doesn’t have an exit
There’s no key for their cells
You’re lookin’ to jailbreak out of this hell
Keep lookin’ but there’s no key for your cell
Think you’re gonna jailbreak out of my heart
You’re stuck here, that’s the best part
Think you’re gonna break it when you break out
But my heart is on lockdown
Think you’re gonna jailbreak out of it all
You’re stuck here, that’s the best part
Put you in, you think I could get you out
But once you said it once, all I can think about
I know you want to break up
But can you break out of jail
My heart
In hell
My heart
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9. |
Channel 9
03:32
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I want us to be together forever
What started as a playful flirtation suddenly takes a sinister turn
Candy, this is not a game you’ve been playing
This is for real, and there’s no place to hide
I was broadcasting test patterns
But we’ve already gone live
There’s no second chances
But I bet I’m on my ninth
The horror movie’s over
But the TV won’t turn off
The credits won’t stop rolling
And your name’s on the
Back of the cards in Taboo
All the things I shouldn’t say, but you know that I do
It’s always the same ending when I play Clue
Choose your adventure, but always end up in my room
If I’d just hit save before
If I’d just hit save before
I said anything
The chaos in my mind’s
Playing live on Channel 9
The horror movie stopped
But the credits won’t turn off
It’s getting claustrophobic
Living in this metal box
Everyone is listening
But I’m just reading teleprompts
The chaos in my mind’s
Playing live on Channel 9
The horror movie stopped
But the credits won’t turn off
My mind can’t stop moving
‘Cause static is a sin
I can’t stop losing
And I’m just playing solitaire
Was that your card? Nine of broken hearts
It’s just a magic trick gone dark
Back of the cards in Taboo
All the things I shouldn’t say, but you know that I do
It’s always the same ending when I play Clue
Choose your adventure, but always end up in my room
If I’d just hit save before
If I’d just hit save before
I said anything
Strange how it’s like a choose your own adventure. It feels like this was the second run-through of the game where you chose all the worst options just to see how bad of an outcome you can get. I would definitely choose different options if I played again. I feel like all-consuming stress and past wrong choices just make you go that what’s-the-worst-outcome route? Okay, self. Hope you’re happy with losing all your friends and hurting all the people dearest to you.
Life’s not a game
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