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Everything feels so forced at this point
I'm so tired of always feeling so uneasy.
And I know that you called me
Because I watched it ring.
Please don't take it personally.
I'll be nursing a death wish on another Sunday spent inside
by the dim light of a couple dying candles.
I think you get less clumsy as you start cleaning up your own messes,
or at the very least it makes you a little more careful.
And your life was
a party just for crashing.
then she died right there in the backseat
I swear to god
Craziest fucking thing I've ever seen.
I've come to terms with the fact that having too much
time to yourself is still a bad thing in some regard.
I think I might stop going to funerals all together.
When something dies, that's it, it's dead. It's a sad thing.
But it will still be dead whether I am happy or not.
This is my patience Vs. My friends Vs. The distance
at either end, I am losing.
This is my patience Vs. my friends Vs. the memories I've kept
and I am losing either way
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Elliott Fifth
02:19
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I don't get it, I get drunk
And that's not poetry within me,
That's a fifth
And just because I've got a knife in my chest
That doesn't make me Elliott Smith
I know you wanna rail some junk and cry on stage
But there's more to this art thing than just drugs and pain
"Real artists set themselves on fire"
Give me your wrist, I'll carve some flames
(I'll carve our names)
I continue to feel like such and asshole
With my completely defective brain.
I think that the final time i feel devoid of a spine I'm gonna snap
These dudes are buggin' if they think that's alright
Oh fuck it, who wants to fight?
Maybe you and all five of your dumbass looking friends
I'll keep my hands by my sides
So fuck being an artist
And fuck everything that word implies
I am an anarchist that stays in bed, follows the laws, works a shitty 9-5
And it makes me fucking sick
If it hurts me to smile I guess I'll try sewing my mouth shut
So when I throw up stomach bile it will leak out of my mouth cuts
I am completely aware that at minimum I've got to be like the three
Billionth dude to sound like this
To write songs like this
But the difference is none of them had you
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Hell
01:33
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Well there aint all that much left of it
So let's make a fucking mess of it
We can throw a fucking festival right here in Hell
Well there aint all that much left of me
And I'm anxious from all the excessive weed
I used to be a one man party
But all that got me was two hits of Narcan
Let's Go!
Things are not ideal as you can tell by the central thesis of my content
Well, more simply put, I'm sad as fuck
If you can't be well at least be honest
And if everything goes right
If everything goes as planned
What would that look like?
Maybe something that I could understand (I don't fucking get it)
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You haven’t said a word since they evicted me that morning
Life was so boring before you came along
I mean, I’m joking but I’m not
When compared and contrasted with the fact that
I’m addicted to the same black coffee that gives me panic attacks
And how I'll wallow in the squalor that will build up in the state of an Unusually large wave of depression that will follow
I'll remember you in nightmares if I remember you at all
Because this is shit of nightmares
Waking up to the door being kicked in by the cops
You were drunk and
Completely convinced that you had finally killed me
Because I fell asleep and stopped replying to your messages
In a conversation that only started as a desperate attempt to cut you off And finally end this shit
Now there is broken pieces of my
Door frame and my heart on the floor
An evection notice to start my Tuesday
Then you went completely ghost (You went completely ghost)
And that ghost still haunts me at my new place sometimes
Now it’s 2 AM on New Year’s which also happens to be my cats birthday We’re all alone
I’ve already gotten through a million fucking crises
I might as well let this go
Some things are just worth burying for good
I’m not happy but I am comfortable with who and where I am
Even if that’s sad in Baltimore
I’m not happy but I am comfortable with who and where I am
Even if that’s broke in Baltimore.
The person that I was just a couple of years ago would be thoroughly Impressed by the person that I am now
And even though that isn’t saying much
I just can’t help but sometimes think about
What a couple of years down the road might look like
And how I wish that things like that just meant a little more to me,
And how the probability of me snapping at any moment
Plays a major role in keeping the people (who decide where I live) Happy
They would rather see a Poor kid/Wild kid
strung out, satanic and bleeding
Not so easy on the eyes
You only don’t care because you’re not one
I have what you could call a fucked up toxic relationship with money
Like yeah, money is stupid but it solves problems
And I’m alright with that
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Pocket Knife
02:11
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I wouldn’t say that I am still chasing after you
It’s more like limping forward towards you
With a blanket of pocket knives in my back
Questions in my chest
I will collapse here eventually
I’m just not done pacing around my house yet
Muttering hateful insults to the walls,
Cracking jokes with my cat,
Smoking pot or crying over the thought that
I’ve been holding on to things
That I’m relatively indifferent about
(Fuck it I’ll say it)
I’ve been holding on to things
That don’t even make me happy anymore
My best friend’s dad gave me a knife
Thus giving me the power to kill
My best friend’s dad gave me a knife
And I would use it to kill
Anyone who would ever try to harm them
Because some good things just have to start bad
So here’s to getting older
The flame dies to a smolder
We live and we all learn
That eventually the flame dies out
And I’m older now
Look how it all turned out
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Cheer up, Kid
03:39
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To all my friends who haven't noticed
That I’ve left yet,
The last I heard they were drinking in laundromats
And I won’t lie, in ways I still love all of them
At the very least they’d piss on me if I were on fire
But that’s only because they started the fire
And they were pissing on me anyways
It’s just a long list of problems diagnosed by doctors
She don’t want to kill herself,
She wants somebody to stop her
I’ve got my problems too
Yeah I’ve got my problems too
Bird shot
Buck shot
Love is not blowing your brains out
You’re young and you just lack sensibility
Third shot
Mug shot
Please stop lighting mortars off inside my chest
This is as bright as I’ll ever be
I’ve got a couple of friends
Who figured that boundaries could bend
And I’ve got a couple more that are considerably fine
Jackie and Jeremy, they were making a movie
Way back when I was in therapy
For the third or fourth time
I know what they say when they say if it ain’t fixed keep breaking it
I know what they say and what they’re saying
I’ve looked at things from your perspective
And they seem unusual
But the main thing about delusional people
Is that they don’t know they're delusional
I won’t fight the whiskey because that would
Lead to me getting my ass whooped
And I know that it runs in the family,
But I didn’t expect to take the same L my dad took
It’s just a long list of problems diagnosed by doctors
She don’t want to kill herself
She wants somebody to stop her
I’ve got my problems too
Yeah I’ve got my problems too
Bird shot
Buck shot
Fun stops. My thoughts just get darker
I don’t wanna bum everybody out
Third shot
Mug shot
Please stop lighting mortars off inside my chest
This is as bright as I’ll ever be
I’ve got a couple of friends
Who figured that boundaries could bend
And I’ve got a couple more that are considerably fine
Jackie and Jeremy, they were making a movie
Way back when I was in therapy
For the third or fourth time
I know what they say when they say if it ain’t fixed keep breaking it
I know what they say and what they’re saying
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7. |
Recognizing Patterns
02:54
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You caused a sobering pain
On average I felt that
For three months and six days
As a matter of fact
It never completely went away
And even when I’m fucked up
I’m not fucked up in that way
I watched you evict the little bird caged in your chest
Watched it try to sing
As you completely strangle it to death
No I don’t want to do lines at 7 AM
With tears in your eyes and
Boxed wine on your breath
But if you ask me, I’ll tell you I love you
Love completely above all other things
Yeah
And you left in a car that nobody here recognized
With somebody that nobody here recognized
We’re all pretty sure that you’re getting high
We’re all pretty sure that you’re getting high again
All your patterns seem to sort of mimic mine
And I’d ask but it’s not worth it
You’d just give me lies
Again
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This is the last time I’m wasting a song mentioning you directly.
But that’s not to say that the future songs
won’t be written as a product of the trauma
Because I’m traumatized
And that’s for life
Oh Oh I’m traumatized
And that’s for life
I need to finally say this
I hate you
I hate you. I mean it.
And I feel no other feelings
And I decided that no part of what we had
Was worth keeping
And so please
Let that resonate with you forever
Let’s never speak again for the rest of our lives
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Boh Racer Baltimore, Maryland
Boh Racer Consists of only Antonio Messercola (Songwriter/Guitarist/Vocalist)
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