1. |
Screenshot
03:23
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This guy’s got a picture of you
Hanging up in the walls of his mind
A technicolor tinge she’ll throw in the mix
When you’re feeling black and white
No sign of insecurities
You do well to conceal these
But then I think that you’re not real
So you shoot me a smile
Effortless to surmise
That you’re just being ideal
My reoccurring reverie
When I’m not with her
I slip into a place where I
Don’t want to leave until
My hand is back around her side
Been orbiting the ordinary
It’s not what she does but how
She does it for me
This guy’s got it all under wraps
By a front that’s weakening by the day
You’re looking through the lenses of love
And it tends to make these versions of reality sane
And with this picture of hers
The reverie reoccurs
Are you sure you want to know if she’s real?
Cos when the symptoms persist
You’d knowingly run the risk
I’ve tried and can’t have it
Any other way
My reoccurring reverie
When I’m not with her
I slip into a place where I
Don’t want to leave until
My hand is back around her side
Been orbiting the ordinary
It’s not what she does but how
She does it for me
Like the ‘x’ she puts
At the end of that text looks
Like we’re on our way.
We’re on our way.
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2. |
Tape-Recorder Mind
02:49
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Sometimes the words that I say
Come back and bite me in ways
That are not yet clear to me
Just 'cause I can't recollect
Half of the shit that I've said
Doesn't mean I still that way
It doesn't mean I still feel that
Chorus:
I'm wearing thin when you're wearing those
Cancelling eyes staring at me
You can't take the cold
Pretend it lends to the night
You're tape recorder mind
That fierce opponent of mine
Telling tales of indiscretionary me
A 50/50 for now
No damage done this time round
Next time it's control I could lose
Next time it's control I could lose
A state of the art handle on
Your state of mind
In these trying times
That's all I ask for
A talent for toeing the line between
Having it all and restarting
It's easier said than done
But every little simple thing is.
I'm wearing thin when you're wearing those
Cancelling eyes staring at me
You can't take the cold
Pretend it lends to the night
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3. |
Online Veneers
03:46
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I am the narcissist that everyone insists they aren't
That kind of arrogance allowing me to speak on your behalf
Online veneers be your own idea of yourself
Your own ideas the online veneer speaks for itself
Now these words of mine they seem so insincere
If only you could see my eyes
You'd know that we're alright
Looking in the mirror just to make sure that you look
Like they think you should.
I am the fare evader on the train of thought I guess
Taking the ride just to arrive at where I was before
So don't take my side
If only you could see my eyes
You'd know that we're alright
Looking in the mirror just to make sure that you look
Like they think you should
Looking like your
Online veneers be your own idea of yourself
Your own ideas the online veneer speaks for itself
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4. |
Recently Searched
04:51
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I've been busy thinking
How underneath your thumb is where I wanna stay
How underneath your thumb in chains I can escape
A sucker for that substance
A tonic for the soul now inertia's in play
Do you feel at all like basking in the charade?
Now you're always at the top of my recently searched list
Now you're always at the top of my recently searched list
I can give her up
Give her up anytime
I can give her up
Anytime just you watch
I can give her up
Give her up anytime
I can give her up
Tellin' you I can stop
Anytime
Them other bubble gum girls
They hold the interest for maybe a minute max
But I'm like Violet Beauregarde if it's you
Stuck behind my ear whispering the commands
Now you're always at the top
Yeah you're always at the top
I can give her up
Give her up anytime
I can give her up
Anytime just you watch
I can give her up
Give her up anytime
I can give her up
Tellin' you I can stop
Anytime
x2
Anytime I can give her up x4
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5. |
The Cyclist
03:15
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My grip on the handlebars is loosening
And there's routine whispering,
"Ollie, won't you let me drive?
I know a way to make you forget time;
Mayonaisse coloured lenses
Try them on for size and drift away!
Where there's no need to think again"
Going round
Going round
The absence of a dream
Absent-minded me
Going round
Going round
On the same circuit where nothing ever happens.
Sliding under the rain
Sealed from sight
It's bleeding through again
'Cause there's no slowing down
When you're life deprived
Anodyne-laced adventures
Count backwards from five
And drift away
Where there's no need to think again
You're going round
Going round
The absence of a dream
Absent minded me
You're going round
Going round
On the same circuit
On the same circuit
On the same circuit
It's the same
Someone drifting along, drifting alone. x4
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