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Patron Saint
03:38
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I'm the patron saint of broken hearts. I'm a mess, I confess, and that's a start
But where it ends, I don't know. At the bottom of a whiskey bottle thrown at my face?
Are you insane?
Leave the past where it was, let's call this love
Leave the past where it was, let's be fools, let's call this love
I'm a dick, you're a dove. I'm addicted to the peace when you take off
But in your wake I'm taking shells and praying anyone will still take my calls
I'm on my knees, I'm begging you please
Leave the past where it was, let's call this love
Leave the past where it was, let's be fools, let's call this love
I'll tell you what I told my therapist:
In between all the arguments, the make up sex, police visits, I lie like a carpet
To get laid and walked out on, strung out, beaten up and danced upon
And in between what we think we know
Two souls that have to want, to hold, to own
We get a taste and waste away or waste it gambling it all away on cold hearts in warm bodies
We're two steps from the edge and one memory away from giving up and jumping in
Our history repeats. We neither learn nor retreat.
We're going down, just you and me
Leave the past where it was, let's call this love
Leave the past where it was, let's be fools
Leave the past where it was, let's call this love
Leave the past where it was, we'll be fools, we'll be in love
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As The Rain Dies Down
03:37
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I know it's late and you worked ten today but I feel I've got a lot to explain
I'm filling my veins. I'm breaking this brain. I just don't understand
Why you still stay
I'm living a storm but I'm not looking for shore
The drunk romantics have me at every single word
It's a cocaine dream. I don't think I'll ever renounce the reasons why I'm, the saddest as the rain
Dies down
Would you believe in a trite melody if I sang it to you so beautifully?
Most girls get lost in the idea of the song but I think of you so differently
So I go note for note in my idiot boat, weather the storm instead of myself
Throwing darts at aerosol cans, serving three in the county jail
Trying so hard to get that
Buzz again
Would you believe in a trite melody if I sang it to you so beautifully?
I always get caught in the canvas you thought would never look a thing like me
So I'll let you sleep. I know it's what you need. The colors have dried and will fade eventually
What's just is never true but there's a coast in view. From the ocean's storm, there's a port in you
Would you believe in a trite melody if I sang it to you so beautifully?
I'm fighting like hell, God knows why I do this to myself but it's yours all the same
So come back to me
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Ships That Pass
04:35
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The first night that we met we broke contact under an April moon
Just two star-crossed lovers, lost, looking for a little truth
I needed someone back then to haunt
To make lights move and shadows jump
And I'll burn for just the right flame
Unlearn lessons and forget why I came
But I needed a body help clear my mind
I needed something beautiful to destroy before morning arrived
You've got heart, kid
That doesn't mean you have a heart to give
We're troubled lips on troubled lips
The kind that always sink ships
That pass in the night and never seen again
Call it youth, I was a product of the scene
You called it love, I don't think you know what that word means
You needed someone to hold hand with when you jumped
You needed someone to miss you when you're gone
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I was a loner until there were no friends left
And before someone offered me drugs, you know I was straight edge
And everyone's quit til you offer them a cigarette
Before we learn our lesson let's see how bad things can get
And I'll drink myself to death
Or at least I'll drink myself to sleep
Chainsmoke my way through the gaps in between
My aspirations and my apathy
As we drive past the last exit to home I am waving goodbye
And I might be sleeping in a ditch tonight
But it's alright cause whiskey is my kind of lullaby
I was sober all morning til I woke up this afternoon
And before someone offered me a job you know I was gonna get one soon
And everyone in this town sleeps til the calendar collides with June
Before the booze wears off let's take another shot or two
And I'll drink myself to death
Or at least I'll drink myself to sleep
Chainsmoke my way through the gaps in between
My aspirations and my apathy
As we drive past the last exit to home I am waving goodbye
And I might be sleeping in a ditch tonight
But it's alright cause whiskey is my kind of lullaby
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Time and Place Boston, Massachusetts
Five pals who can clear a room faster than a fire alarm.
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