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Graduation
03:35
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I heard you graduated, learned, and well behaved. Sorry, it's belated but no one else will say this. I would say congratulations- lines like "Life is what you make it"- but in honesty that is nonsense. Plus, I hate the way you're graded.
Shhh...
Alternate between the fun and company, between my band and Debussy, but never change. Anyway, tell me; was the party lame? Made you want to walk away and turn to me.
When your parents go to bed, leave the screen door open. I'll be waiting in the back like your books' responses. Between the good and bad is a world of chances. May we live with no regret. May we be the answers.
Our world, our ride, our game.
No rules, no rush, no wait.
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Commute
03:04
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I am tired of falling asleep, tired of watching them bleed, tired of TV screens, tired of reaching for dreams. Have you noted? I am not the same I was...
Put me in a prison cell and moat it. Code me with a business name. Report it. Choke me with a windsor knot like I'm not important.
I am tired of the light of the stars with their billion dollar Benz and the yachts. They find a price for anything but a penny for your thoughts. Covered in the mussles and gauss, I asked them how they felt about God. They st-stuttered verbs and adjectives like I'm going to tell the cops.
Do you rock? Do you roll? Do you care? Whatever I want, make it two. Be a man. Down a can. Do you brawl? Do you run?
Write to me a song. Forget about the gasoline and the laws. You can't believe every sign you read. Don't "STOP," by any means, and write me a song.
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Prom
03:19
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I have been stepping on the glass you left. My moods swing to your swooning hips, rhythmic. Girl, I do admit you stole my stage and rest. Dangerous, you drove me to a drunken mess. I have been to bars but never counted them. Now, my body sways as a mosaic to your faith.
I have been screaming through the songs we sang. How useless. Simple as the blame I would take, if you, babe, quit with all the tanning beds and new trends. Hope they don't mean more than I did. If only you could see the things I do...
I've got ways to dance. Pick you up in steady hands, toss you across the room and back. Granted, I am not one said "romantic," but damn it, I've got ways to dance.
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Alaska
04:13
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There you are, the center of attention with your Louis Vuitton. Inside, I have left a letter that explains it all...
Does she know?
We were so so so high and alone...
Have I no heart? These tears now heavy, stuck with all of the thoughts I should have said but could not. This couch is but a casket and this bed is but a floor. I have been thinking about Alaska where she insists that I stay warm.
You insist I stay home, so maybe it was me. We were so "Hi" and "Hello." Call me crasy but I will never say another word. Not to say that I am afraid but it would never work. In the bedroom, being lasy while our parents worked. They were protective as the feelings you have never heard.
I remember every word and every letter. Way beyond, the center of Alaska. You were right; I am the last guy who would finally answer...
Does she know?
"Embarrassed in comparison to mannequinn, she is beauty queen, magasine, and perfect."
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A Broad [Bonus Track]
02:22
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Simple is always better like a kiss on the third date. About a week before your birthday, I fell. Simple is always better like avoiding any secrets. Well, I'm not one who could keep them anyway.
It sucks to know you'll follow where your books go; off to far away, where we'll never have the days when it feels so right to say…
"I'm in love"
I will never scribe your name in pencil or pen. For now I'll pretend you have yet to leave. Pack a bag and load it in. Love, I made you a map. The 'X' seems to land wherever you are. Let me be the 'O's in the letters you draw.
It's nice to know you'll follow where your books go; off to something greater than a boy who had a taste for the TV sets that say…
"I'm in love"
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