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Firetrap
02:20
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It's been a minute since I've been in love.
It's been a minute since I've been anything at all.
Yea, there were times where I've felt cool,
a crumpled flier in my backpack on the ride home from school,
but it's been a minute since I've been in love.
It's been a minute since I've thought about you.
It's been a minute since I've thought about you.
In a house next to a junkyard on the other side of town
or a room above a basement buzzing with sound.
Yea it's been a minute since I've thought about you.
That flier is now an artifact in a scrapbook I keep in a shoe-box under my bed.
And the house next to a junkyard on the other side of town
got bought by scumbags who tried to sell coke to my friends.
But that basement on Elm, it's still there with its trash and its ghosts,
we left it burning at both ends for the cops and the neighbors who could never understand.
Another fire-trap to add to their collection.
Yea it's been a minute since I've thought about that.
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Someday Soon
03:26
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Do you still talk to our friends?
Does this cycle ever end?
Are you crushing it with all your plans?
Hey, listen, if you don't want to see me
just say so and I swear I'll go.
The grass was high and green
and wouldn't it be lovely
if it was clashing with your jeans?
But nothing good ever works out,
it never has,
it never will,
I swear.
Tell me more about how we have all the time we need
and I'll tell you more about how we're all going to die someday soon.
Peel a plastic cup to strips,
watch your hands smooth across your dress.
These are your instructions on how to be alone forever.
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Forgotten
03:47
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In June of 97'
you sold off all my things
while I lingered in the closet
and at the forefront of your dreams.
And while you sit at work all day
making those connections,
I'll open all the cupboards,
dirty all the dishes.
I'll make enormous meals
of vegetables and garlic.
Leave it all out on the counter
and wait for you to come home.
Then I'll sit up in the rafters
and watch you throw it all away
with one eye fixed intently on
the table that I made.
Go ahead and fool yourself,
make believe I don't exist.
Go on, call the priest!
Bring in the exorcist!
I know you never once did step inside
a church in your whole life.
Divine-intervention is just a construct in your mind.
I think I'll stay a little longer here
until the daylight fades away.
You can feel me in the study
and in the bedroom where I trace
old photographs forgotten
in a box under our bed
the last weekend spent in Richmond
on a park bench where you said...
"Everything that's for sale will one day let you down."
"Everyone is for sale and everyone will let you down."
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A Perfect Life
03:04
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Set your alarm for 7:00
get out of bed at 8:45.
Bowl of cereal for breakfast
to hold you on the drive
to work where you're a stranger
to another twenty lives.
Pick up some extra hours,
pay your rent with overtime.
And I'm trying not to miss you
but I know one day I'll get it right.
Just not tonight.
No, not tonight.
Paint me a picture,
a portrait of a perfect life
complete with colors
the human eye cannot define
and I'll make you a potion
of acetone and turpentine
to wash away the future
and all its pretty little lies.
Avoid another conversation about where you moved from and why.
Stay away from the windows until the neighbors go back inside.
And when I talk about Upstate, NY
I don't mean Buffalo
or Poughkeepsie
or Albany
or Syracuse
or Ithaca
or Oswego
or Troy.
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Disappear Here
03:14
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These things you say to me,
they stay with me,
like a cup of coffee
in February.
And I know I'm wrong.
I'm reading into this far too much.
But this coffee, it fucking sucks.
The dregs dripping off my lips,
I don't know how they get away with it.
Outside my head,
the roads are freezing again
and just the other day
I watched a car spin into the median.
No one knows how to merge in Pennsylvania.
Barely staying alive in Pennsylvania.
There's got to be some trick
in learning to live like this.
AND FUCK YOUR FLAGS,
THEY MAKE ME SICK.
The hate dripping off your lips
and they just let you get away with it.
Outside my head,
the roads are freezing again
and just the other day
I watched a car spin into the median.
No one knows how to merge in Pennsylvania.
Barely staying alive in Pennsylvania.
Maybe one day,
they'll fix all the roads before they all implode.
Maybe one day,
the scum circling our days will disappear down the drain.
Maybe one day,
these maps that I unfold will give me somewhere to go.
Maybe one day,
we'll be in the same place again
and I could call that home.
I would call that home.
Outside my head,
the roads are freezing again
and just the other day
I watched a car spin into the median.
No one knows how to merge in Pennsylvania.
Barely staying alive in Pennsylvania.
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Pretty Lousy Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
Pretty Lousy is the DIY effort of Justin Passino, a singer/songwriter currently residing in Lehigh Valley, PA.
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