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Broken Bar Chords
03:22
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I had a better day
Exploiting everything
It’s not just tongue in cheek; I cut deep, I get carried away.
You’re just wasting their time
While they’re singing along.
There’s no feeling or a meaning to your bullshit song.
You’re who you sing for,
But who do you bleed for?
I hate that your name’s in my mouth.
They’re not who you sing for,
It’s you who you bleed for.
We know you left your hometown, it’s all you fucking talk about.
Wasted call
You try to phone it in
Force fed, machined from broken bar chords.
Fake it all,
They’ll eat up anything.
Sold souls line pockets at the record store.
Red eyes, they’re losing sleep over you.
So blind, carrying on in that charming way you always do
We left a dirty taste in your mouth
Take a razor blade and scrape us out
When you’re stuck to entertain how
They’ll fucking love to hear you sing now
Wasted call
You try to phone it in
Force fed, machined from broken bar chords
Fake it all
They’ll eat up anything
Sold souls line pockets at the record store
Don’t act like you don’t see it, don’t act this is the first time.
But if you waste your call, it’d take a fortune just to phone it in.
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NeverSoft
03:26
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Right outside this motel at the highways end
It’s better left unsaid or maybe better to pretend
That the car outside while she waits for a ride ain’t watching where she goes.
This town’s seen this before, and everybody knows.
It’s busted windows, washed up needles, not a postcard you’d send
Believing what this was brings her closer to the end
I’m betting tables turn, believe me
I’ve been trying to lay waste or watch this burn.
Collapsed inside a sun-soaked picture of everything I’ve yet to yearn.
I won’t leave the light on for your sake,
Please take the clue.
‘Cuz I can’t read your mind, darling
And you can’t read the room.
Kill the lights.
Your curtain call.
Your last bow out.
She exits to stage right,
Another night out on the town.
I didn’t have to cause a scene
It just came right to me
I didn’t need you to believe
You just came right to me.
I won’t leave the light on for your sake,
Please take the clue.
‘Cuz I can’t read your mind, darling
And you can’t read the room.
And now our hearts are part of a show down the street.
You paid for the entry, and stayed for the beat.
Your critics all came and their headlines all read
“You don’t have to suffer if you’re just playing dead.”
We burned our hands, it’s our effort to understand
That we know everything that you want us to be.
I didn’t mean to cause a scene
It just came right to me.
I won’t leave the light on for your sake,
Please take the clue.
‘Cuz I can’t read your mind, darling
And you can’t read the room.
I won’t leave the light on for your sake,
Please take the clue.
‘Cuz I can’t read your mind, no.
I can’t read your mind.
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BigTime Dallas, Texas
Guitars? Drums? Bass? Sing'y things on top of all that? Yeah, sounds like a band. I guess we're a band. Austin/Dallas TX Alt Rock
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