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Kool-Aid
03:17
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Somewhere inside of you
You've got the guts
To tell me you don't love me anymore, but
You just let it all go
Let your eyes roll back, to the back of your skull
I am sick to my stomach
Of you telling me that this is just for my health,
It's all to protect my feelings
That's bullshit, you do it to protect yourself
I was up late, drinking your kool-aid
And smoking the cigarette butts out of the ashtrays
If I knock this last one back I might finally get some sleep
I pray to gods I don't believe in
That you would have nowhere to go
But you got a new man, went all the way to New Mexico
And I am stuck in this city
That's packed to the gills with garbage and snow
Decisions were made and mistakes made them harder
At the end of the day you just can't finish anything you started
Go on and make your escape
Before I'm just another thing that you hate
Staying up late, drinking your kool-aid
And smoking the cigarette butts out of the ashtrays
If I knock this last one back I might finally get some sleep
You were always my greatest mistake
Thought I needed you around to help me keep my shape
Always the leaf blower, never the rake
Blow all your problems around, never collect them all in one place
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Hard To Love
04:05
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I was hard to love
I was hard to love
And yet, I'm back and fully intact
But I was hard to love
You were scared to lie
Pretty sympathies shine
You're too close to see all of me
You were scared to lie
Darling rest your weary head on the shoulder of the highway
It's not okay... just try to make this shit last
Take it back, back, forward, rewind
Disorientation
Are you moving forward or am I moving backwards?
"No more Mr. Nice Guy!" I threaten in my mind
The truth is that I'm trying my best not to try at all
Darling rest your weary head on the shoulder of the highway
It's not okay... Just try to make this shit last
We started smoking the same type of cigarettes
We were never good for each other
Call me out on my shit, call me out on my shit
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Queens
03:48
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Fell in love with the shell of a human being
He said to me, "You gotta knock loud, cause I'm never quite home"
So I camped out for months and built my own
If talk is cheap, your silence was golden
And god, did I invest the minute you sold it
We made our love cause it never showed up
There's no hurt like getting stood up
Boy, you've made some terrible choices.
If talk is cheap, your silence was golden
And god, did I hold tight the littlest moment
So drown your love and throw it all up
There's nothing like getting fucked up
Boy, you've made some terrible choices
And if I ever get back to Queens
Let me be, let me be
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Chameleon
02:03
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You're a chameleon
So perfect at blending in
With whoever, with whoever you're sleeping with
Like a body snatcher, inheriting all his traits
Never dig through to find out which ones you love and which ones you hate
Go on and glob on to her and hope to god that she's interesting
And when she's not you'll just have to face facts that you never changed anything
And you'll feed yourself fake love cause you never got the real thing
Yeah you'll feed yourself fake love cause you never got the real thing
And as these words fall from my tongue
I hope they'll read as your last cadence
Because you never learned the difference
Between life and a life sentence
You'll just skate by on his knowledge now
And tell yourself you've got it figured out
But that is one lie you've never been able to dance around
Go on and glob on to him and hope to god that he's interesting
And when he's not you'll just have to face facts that you never changed anything
And you'll feed yourself fake love cause you never got the real thing
Yeah you'll feed yourself fake love cause you never got the real thing
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Die Alone
03:20
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Wrote a song in my dream
Came out wrong waking up from some strong feeling
Of a weight in my head
And the way that my bed moves when I'm not moving
And it never gave me time
It never gave me time
And the small girl never showed me light
I forgot how to feel so I wrote an appeal
But these fucking arms they shake and shake
Shake and shake at the real
And these hands they can't hold a beer let alone
Stamp a heart with a golden seal
Most days I know I'll die alone
Most days I die alone
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Brooklyn punk trio Nervous Dater are releasing their second full-length record, Call In The Mess, on February 26 via Counter Intuitive Records.
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