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Lunch box
02:39
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When I discovered punk it was happening in stadiums,
with $40 tickets and only people that could pay for them.
Pretty boys with spiky hair were marketed as hellions
sold to suburban kids, a safe form of rebellion.
So I paid sales tax on my anarchy patch
and never thought to trace the profits back
to banana republicans
I dressed that way to fuck with them
but they got the last laugh.
Chuck Taylors on our feet and glue in our hair
Hot Topic uniforms were work like signal flares.
A corporation made the banner that the weird kids gathered "round
then the weird kids taught each other how to burn the banner down.
Twice a week the library, a safe place to play chess.
Mr. Eckhardt graded papers while the dialogue digressed.
We passed around Marx and talked political ideology
questioned almost everything including my theology.
see back then I was Catholic "love the sinner, hate the sin"
it was my peers not my priest that made me a better man
it was my peers not my priest that made me a better man.
There's a lunchbox full of patches and pins and all the things I used to believe screaming we weren't stupid just naive. The pop punk bands and protest songs that filled those burnt CDs, they came with conversations, they came with human beings.
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Feeling lonely feels like shit and feeling shitty feels like my base line.
It's not that there's a person I miss I just don't get along with my own mind.
I can be kind and gentle and forgiving when it comes to anybody else,
but for me to justify living my brain makes me list all the ways in which I help.
I know that that's not rational.
That's what I'm saying my brain's a fucking ass hole.
Turn the stereo up and turn my brain down
I don't want to hear what I have to say
Turn the stereo up and drown my brain out
a coping strategy to get through today.
Turn the stereo up (x8)
I can't figure out a way out of my own head so I'll let other people in.
I know that it sounds weird but it's easier for me to breath when I'm wearing someone else's skin.
Quick give me someone that I can relate to. I need a hero more sympathetic than me.
even better if there's musical cues I'll change my mental state when the song changes it's key.
Chorus
If you are anything like me,
and it gets hard to be
inside your own head
maybe try this instead:
Go and find a script,
I like Taylor Swift,
feel the things she sings,
and escape depression with method acting.
Chorus
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Am I introspective or narcissistic?
It gets hard to tell the difference
but everybody seems to listen
whenever i turn my thoughts into songs.
There is just this tiny complication
that singing songs isn't conversation
and just because I make my ideas rhyme
it doesn't mean that I can't be wrong.
So I'll sit in an uneasy relationship
to the microphone that I find myself behind
and wonder how many voices I am talking over
voices that are more relevant than mine
But I still have these thoughts so I say them
and i still write these songs so I play them
and I really hope that we're ok when
all of the amplifiers aren't here.
I don't mean to drwon you out with distortion
I want to hear you out I think your voice is important
and honestly my worst fear is that these chords are
acting just like fingers in my ears
Singing la la la la la la I can't hear you
la la la la la la I'm not listening
la la la la la la I can't hear you
la la la la la la this platform's just for me.
Chorus
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Broken
03:07
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When I was young I liked to be the one that kids looked up to.
Being weird when being weird was the easy thing to do.
Asking questions always felt right to me.
even when the answers were straight out of reach.
Comfortable in the space I was in, with room for growing.
Mistakes exist but we were equipped with brains for thinking not knowing.
and I could stay awake all night with you.
Logical circles dancing around the truth
but she said "as sure as I am here with you" and she said "as sure as we are in this room" she said she knew.
it made me feel broken
if I was right then she was wrong
if she was wrong then you still might be right
but I'm too scared to ask those questions tonight.
If you were right then she was wrong
if she was wrong then I still might be right
but I'm too scared to ask those questions tonight.
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