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Well, I was sitting in an alley somewhere south of Pulaski
Steaming in the hot Chicago sun
Felt the night before pushing out of every pore
Spinning out and throwing up a lung
And it didn't seem to matter, I was chasing down transcendence
Or getting at a little bit of fun
Cause every fleeting high, every toxin that I tried
Never got me that much past where I'd begun
And all my other friends who were rich enough for rehab
Had doctors write them notes for all their pills
It's a real fine line between enough and enough to get you killed
I got a friend who grew up in Sacramento
Fell in love with a girl from Calumet
Got a deal on some land in Indiana
They got married, and away they went
Then one day she runs away with this guy who works in real estate
Where they wind up is anybody's guess
Now he's down and unemployed somewhere in southern Illinois
Tryna save some cash to get himself back West
And whether you think love is just some other drug
Or some holy, selfless act of the will
It's a real fine line between enough and enough to get you killed
Well it's ashes to ashes and somewhere in between
We chase the little things that help us live our lives
Call it a vice, call it a crutch, call it a guilty pleasure
Man, none of this should come as a surprise
When there's so much disaster chasing after peace or power
Or plunder, or some other precious prize
What's left to say, at the end of the day
It's a miracle that anyone survives
And I don't claim to be perfect, man, far from it
But at this point, I think I know the drill
It's a real fine line between enough and enough to get you killed
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2. |
Exit On An Interstate
04:07
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I go down Seventh
Watch my reflection in the windows as I stumble by
Searching hard for a sliver of a history
A glimmer that I recognize
Get it all out now
But it always stays inside instead
I've been screaming in the canyons downtown
But the buildings got the same reply
This place feels haunted
Ever since we went away
I know it was home for a while
But now it's just an exit on an interstate
Turn the radio up
So loud that I can feel it burning in my bones
Try to conjure up the spirits from the city
That are better off just left alone
As if streets want to remember
As if a house could ever know that you had called it home
As if the sentiment of permanence outlasts
The indifference of glass and stone
This place feels haunted
Ever since we went away
I know it was home for a while
But now it's just an exit on an interstate
This used to be more than
Gas stations and out-of-state license plates
Thought it was something more
But now it's just an exit on an interstate
Find our old spot by the river
And I dive into the water cold and black
Hold my breath and let the current pull me forward
But I can't get the feeling back
After all that's happened
Have we covered this much distance since I saw you last
Is it true that our memories are certain
Or do we all just invent our past
This place meant something
Long before we went away
I know it was home for a while
But now it's just an exit on an interstate
Is this all that I have now
A handful of stories tethered to a time and place
Thought it was something more
But now it's just an exit on an interstate
Now it's just an exit on an interstate
Now it's just an exit on an interstate
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3. |
Realign
03:16
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Maybe this is only just a moment of doubt
But I've been running circles for what feels like forever
And nothing has seemed to work out
Maybe it's a false alarm
But how'd the hell it get this far
When even my best plans are failing and falling apart
Maybe getting old just got the better of me
But now I'm only fighting for a couple of bucks
And a full fucking night of sleep
You know what's got me terrified
I kinda like the nine to five
I kinda like predictable numbness and fluorescent light
Am I really gonna spend the rest of my life
Running down a realigned dream
Bleeding out a moment into dull compromise
God, whatever happened to me
A little unsteady and a little uptight
But don't you dare tell me I act like I don't care
'Cause I'm afraid maybe you're right
I never thought it'd go this way
Caught in a waiting room with no escape
Just caught in this blind holding pattern, suspended in space
Am I really gonna spend the rest of my life
Running down a realigned dream
Living out a moment into dull compromise
God, whatever happened to me
Every day I'm feeling like I'm less of myself
I'm pulling apart at the seams
Swear I used to answer to nobody else
God, whatever happened to me
Am I really gonna spend the rest of my life
Running down a realigned dream
Turning bad excuses into self-serving lies
God, whatever happened to me
Every day I'm feeling like I'm less of myself
I'm pulling apart at the seams
Swear I used to answer to nobody else
God, whatever happened to me
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4. |
Soft Focus
03:15
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No point in adding to the sad romantic canon
The melodies are dull and the rhymes are pretty dismal
Anyway, I was never good at writing love songs
You know I'd rather keep the happy songs in hymnals
But lately I've been stuck inside a sequence
Of disorienting blur and so far, it's never-ending
You know I'm used to coloring in these sharp, jagged lines
But this feeling seems to spill on over everything
Don't think that I can't recognize the patterns
There's a spark, and then it starts, and then the whole thing falls apart
Until the only thing left certain
Clichéd collapses, closing curtains
But lately I've been cutting this to pieces
Looking hard at every angle to defend this
Just pull the filters off the lenses
'Cause right now all it does is blend into
Soft focus
Soft focus
Well they say that when Samson met Delilah
There was fire, there was passion, there were sexy mullet haircuts
You know it ended on a sour note
A little violence and despair but
You know I'm not sure if that kind of thing still happens
And if it does, well I never seem to notice
But I know whenever you're involved
Well the whole scene dissolves into
Soft focus
Soft focus
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5. |
November 12, 2013
04:37
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Victims of the longer days
Drifted slowly in a humid haze
Tired, taking triple of
The recommended dose
Cigarettes and restlessness
You were twisted in a timeless sense
A 1960s nightmare
Just a bored Midwestern ghost
I start to sift through static coming over the line
I turn the speakers up loud until the pieces combine
I try to trace the signal back as it begins to unwind
I let the current fade back into the heat of the night
With everything you left inside a song
I guess that all the signs were there
The scratches in the silverware
The warping in the window panes
The paint chips on the wall
Think back to when we got the news
The scene begins to fade on cue
The sound's the only constant
When I think of it at all
I start to sift through static coming over the line
I turn the speakers up loud until the pieces combine
I try to trace the signal back as it begins to unwind
I let the current fade back into the heat of the night
With everything you left inside a song
With everything you left inside a song
Think back to when it finally hit
It took a while to admit
That there was no solution
That could bring things to the start
Some mistakes are permanent
You give up or get used to it
And some songs work like surgeries
And others just leave scars
I start to sift through static coming over the line
I turn the speakers up loud until the pieces combine
I try to trace the signal back as it begins to unwind
I let the current fade back into the heat of the night
With everything
With everything you left inside a song
Oh everything you meant inside a song
With everything you left inside a song
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6. |
Miss Me In The Dark
04:30
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Oh you
You don't pretend at forgiveness
Oh and you
Say you feel nervous and listless
Go ahead and finish what you came to do
I see a little indecision left in your eyes
Go ahead and tell me that you think we're through
I know you a little better than you realize
You're gonna miss me in the dark
You're gonna miss me when it's freezing
You're gonna miss me when the cold of the winter blows hard
And your heart beats louder
You're gonna miss me when he's leaving
Oh I
I don't pretend to be perfect
And if you think there's a better life out there then you should go chase it
I hope it winds up being worth it
You're gonna do what you think is fair
I can promise you that I won't stand in your way
Go ahead and tell me there's nothing here
I get the feeling you'll see it different someday
You're gonna miss me in the dark
You're gonna miss me in the stillness
You're gonna miss me when every little moment meant to be salvific and sacred
Feels endless costless and countless
You're gonna miss me in the dark
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