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I'm Not Magyver
03:14
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Thank you for the fiver
I hope it will survive the night ahead
Though I don't like the chances
There's still a chance it won't get squandered
And just in case I've wandered
Past your heart into the pond
That's down the street
Well I'm hoping one day that we'll meet
On a park bench where we'll talk taboo
You got half your sense, half a tattoo
Half on the mends, half split in two
But I'm half sure I'm in love with you
But my mind is still a rocking chair
Tween happiness and fake despair
And I know it's not really fair
But right now I just need you here cause...
Chorus:
Some reach for the sun
And some reach for the gun
Just to feel the light on their face
When I reach safe from harm
You'll grab for my arm
And drag me away from this place
No I don't think that I can stay here anymore
Thank you for the kindness
Yeah, I hope it isn't blindness
That is fuelling all the lightness
Of your tone
And I will try to speak less
While you work on your meekness
And together, we won't regress
We will grow
And I will try to block the wind
And keep you warm and wrapt up in
Starry sheets that at night
You will steal
And I'll start wearing bigger clothes
And hang out with the friends you chose
And try to eat less meat
In all my meals
Some reach for the sun
And some reach for the gun
Just to feel the light on their face
When I reach safe from harm
You'll grab for my arm
And drag me away from this place
No I don't think that I can stay here anymore
More and more I feel less heard
And more and more I feel deserted
It's no one's fault, I just eat when I'm hurt
But you call to let me know
That you're still here
You're still around
That you're listening when I'm not making
That much sound
So...
Thank you for the fiver
I don't need a taxi driver
I'd feel clearer and aliver
If I walked home
Cause I'm not smart, I'm not Magyver
I'm not strong, I'm not a fighter
But I'm a straggler, a surviver
I'm alone
So fuck it, let's just both have fun
And watch the love boat, season one
And get turned on
Whenever we speak soft
And I'll bring round all my cassettes
And you'll bring your vinyl of the Talking Heads
And we'll sing until the neighbours get
Pissed off
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2. |
Crushed
05:12
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You sat in the corner crushing up cigarette butts
When we realised that we'd had enough
Laying down on sheets made of linen and stuff
The past nights sleep have been rough
And I can tell by the look on your face
You can't spend one more night
Between a clock and a cold place
Your eyes glisten in the light of the tv
I think that that look was for me
I don't even think I can hold the lighter up
But I can watch you roll this blunt
Let's take this song to the street
Let's sing different songs over the same beat
It shook me down to my core
I don't think I can stay here anymore
I watch as he lets the glass fog up
His arms out stretch to reach for his cup
Decision tween drinking lighting up
As his hands clutch a crushed cigarette butt
He says this won't complete him
But he won't let it defeat him
But if seen you kicked to shit one too many times
And you want to leave for the city
And I want to leave you behind
And your face sure looks pretty
Dismembered by embers and moon light
Let's start a disaster without looking back
Preston station sounds like you're on the right track
It shook me down to my core
I don't think I can stay here anymore x2
We dance to Weezer
And we sing Pixies alone x4
You sat in the corner crushing up cigarette butts
When we both realised that we'd had enough
Laying down to sleep on sheets made of linen and stuff
The past nights few nights for you have been rough
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3. |
Polaroids
04:51
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Waking up stressed
My heart pumping sweat
From the core of my chest
Again
Paper cranes hang
From the ceiling that sang
With a deafening bang
In the early morning
The veins in your back
Reflect the window pane cracks
That we hastily patch
With a sheet
And lying aware
Half naked, half scared
That the first downward stairs
Will creak
I hope my steps
Don't wake your mother up
Your hair out splayed
On the records we play
That forgive and forbade
Our moves
And fingernails pin
Down soft sections of skin
While we hopelessly sing
All of our favourite tunes
That incense you light
Will it last through the night?
Cause I'm desperately fighting
For air
If I inhale now
Then what says the sound?
I'm awake, I'm aroused
I'm aware
I hope my breaths
Doesn't wake your brother up
Bridge:
Sometimes I feel like I know know you hardly
Am I just the kind of guy you'd hook up with at parties?
Or would walking my way be drunken mistake?
I hope you haven't made another sober one of those
Dead friendships caught
On the frames of your wall
I fear that's where I'll fall
Once on it
Polaroids build
A feeling of guilt
Unblemished, unfiltered
Regret
I love it when
You kiss my eyes to sleep
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Do I have to write more songs like this?
To earn a place in your in your ears, not just your iris
I hope you don't despise this
Cause I wrote this one for you
And though my songs aren't all about you
I went and reinvented my sound for you
And you say that I don't have to
But do I write for anyone but you?
(Don't think I do)
If I gave less of a shit about what I wanted to be
I'd have had this recorded by the end of the week
And the future looks real bleak
If you're not in it with me
You like the tape fuzz in the background
And I like the fake buzz of this crap sound
But I swear I won't back down
I'm gonna see this one through
(Just for you)
Do I have to write more songs like this?
To earn a place on your own personal playlist
Only reason I made this
Only reason I make anything at all
Does anybody actually like this?
Nobody in the world actually likes this
But I made it for you Tish
Hope you like as much as I do
Hope you like it as much as I like you
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5. |
Say You Love Me (Bonus)
01:41
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From the tallest point we dangle
See St Kilda from every angle
But in my head, the words she said
Are synonymous with broken hearts
Said in the past way too fast
And we went around three times
And we made it down alright
Say you love me, say say you love me x3
Cause if you say say you love me, I’ll say say I love you too
So I’ll call you from my cold
And write songs about the weekend
You want to make amends, under the influence
So you’re going out and getting slammed
While I’m at home with my cassette jammed
And I hope you feel alright
After trowing up tonight
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