1. |
Can I Call You Mine
00:55
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Don't call me yours
Can I call you mine?
Don't call me baby
I'm driving home tonight
Crashing on Sunset at five PM
Hooked on something I don't understand
Just get to the point
I can't stand when I cry
I hate the small talk and the quiet
Call me what you want
I'm going home tonight
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2. |
James
02:36
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James in the spotlight
'Cause you think that you want it
And we all egg you on
'Cause we have nothing better to do
A busy day feels tired these days
But the street feels safe when I'm lonely
James you feel better
Feel better if I just ignore
You saying something but not to me
And me saying nothing and everything
James you better tighten up your act
Feeling better if you run away from
Then everything cracks
It's the world collapsing
Or cars that crash and a second turns into
Tuning out and wishing you were
Someone else but
You at the red light in the passenger seat
Here's to hoping you still think about me
He's driving up the coast
To a one-stop-shop and show
Burning every bridge down PCH and no one knows
Pretending that we talk
But James knows that we're not
In another life I wouldn't know
Me in the spotlight waiting until
He's on the doorstep but no one noticed
We keep our mouths shut so no one hears us
Me saying nothing and everything
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3. |
Dirty Money
01:47
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I made back the seventy dollars you owe me
Anyways I don't want your dirty money
Anyways I don't want your dirty money
Guess it wasn't too much for you
To say I love you the day that we met
Leave the gas on and start a fire
Laugh and then get mad at me
When I try to fix things
You blow the smoke 'til it's all burned down
Praying that you'd force feed me
Parts of you and your shitty beliefs
My friends never liked you to begin with
We laugh about how you couldn't last three minutes
You'd call me a bitch
I wish I could break your bones
And steal the crap you keep under your bed
Didn't wanna say I love you
Thanks for getting me sick I guess
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4. |
Interlude In [?]
01:26
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We met each other in a past life
We weren't strangers when we met
It feels like home when you talk to me
I wanna go home
Bury me with my phone
So I can reach you from the wrong side of the world
I don't remember when I fell in love with you
I remember thinking it was an accident
I don't remember when I fell in love with you
But maybe I always have been
Maybe it's carried on from our past life
You'd listen to me
Over and over and over and over
Again and again and again
Kiss me again
Again
Again
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5. |
Mid-March
02:45
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Taping my bandages to the wall
A foreign town where no one lives
All the houses are empty
I'll stay in the nicest one for the night
Something easily fixed
Something easily ignored
End things over something stupid
You told me that you loved me
Ripping my bandages from the wall
A foreign town where no one lives
All the houses are empty
I'll stay in the nicest one for a while
I'll leave my blinds closed
I know it makes me feel worse
I'll sabotage myself when you really couldn't care less
I'm sorry for wasting your time
And I'm sorry that you wasted mine
Better late than never to know you took his side
'Cause you couldn't stick to mine
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6. |
Strangers
02:35
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Pick flowers for my friends
Give them to strangers on the street
A big empty front yard
Feeling alone when I shouldn't be
Getting used to something I enjoy
So I resort to taking pictures
I wish things were different
But I'm shallow at heart
It's all concrete floors and traffic lights
I swear to god I have to leave the city
Before it kills me
A farmhouse with an empty barn
An open window and being alone
That's what I want
Check my phone three hundred times a day
I'm convinced you'll call and check up on me
It's embarrassing
Pick flowers for my friends
Give them to strangers on the street
A big empty front yard
Feeling alone when I shouldn't be
A sun room and a glass roof
No one comes around unless I want them to
No one comes around unless I want them to
No one comes around unless I want them to
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They're building houses on the roads we used to sit in
When I came close to telling you how I feel
We can look at the constellations next to my car
Pretend that we can talk to the moon
And I tell you something that I think could scare you
At the edge and if things go wrong I'll leave like they always do
I'm sick to my stomach 'cause I know that you'll hate me
An unpurified version of someone that you knew
I'll just keep saying I'm sorry
Kissing blood on a suicide pact
Walking in the street
Hoping that a car doesn't see me
You're dripping in your vanity
I hope you hate yourself as much as I hate you
For once in your life would you say you're sorry?
That's all I fucking wanted
I don't wanna be angry anymore
I don't wanna be angry anymore
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KIKA Los Angeles, California
Singer-songwriter based in California.
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