1. |
Blunt?
02:05
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If you love her, let her go,
That's what I've always been told.
But what comes after that?
Being sad and getting stoned?
'Cause I'm going through these changes,
I don't know if I can face this...
… Blunt alone!
'Cause it seems like life keeps getting harder,
And the end of every day keeps getting farther.
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2. |
Puberty: Part II
03:37
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Please close the door,
I don't wanna live here anymore.
Sacrifices will be made,
I await this awful trade.
I'm getting fatter,
And getting pissed off.
But that doesn't matter.
Gouge my eyes and blind me,
I'm not sure, but you remind me,
Of somebody I used to know.
Put my past behind me,
Couldn't ask for better timing,
It's awkward but it's finally time to go.
I live in this shell.
I may suck but I mean well.
I know we've never met, but I'll never forget you,
I know we've never met, but I'll never forget you.
How the fuck am I so scared?
I feel so unprepared.
I want a job but I can't feel my face.
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3. |
Summa Cum Laude
03:08
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The winding hairline on the back of your neck.
I tell you I'm fine, but I'm really a wreck.
And when I see you for all you are,
My whole torso feels bizarre,
And I know I will love you my whole life.
And when you see me for all I am,
Every ounce and every gram,
I hope you see someone that you like.
I wanna die, but in a good way.
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4. |
Zach, Stop!
03:13
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I don't wanna know what it's gonna be like,
When I'm old and when you're old.
I don't wanna get out of bed today,
I don't wanna stretch my legs,
Or go outside and see my friends.
This is my body, this is where I live.
Guess there are parts of myself I'll have to learn to forgive.
It's hard to give you the world when I don't have anything.
I hardly even feel like a human being.
You were always present but you were never there.
It's hard to search for happiness when I find comfort in despair.
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5. |
My longest yeah boi ever
02:25
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It's not them or us.
Life's not glamourous.
Who the fuck are you,
And what have you been through?
What time is it?
'Cause I forget.
And it doesn't matter now,
With our words spilled on the ground.
I know more than you might think,
And it's great we all live with filters on our mouths.
Pulverize my self-worth by the hour.
What was once a sweet kid's now gone sour.
I don't wanna let you down,
But it's so easy to when I live in this brain.
Sorry Mom.
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Jazz Cabbage Illinois
We're Jazz Cabbage - a new emo / math punk band based out of Northeastern Illinois.
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