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I watch you tending to your garden.
I'm that friend that you've forgotten.
Sitting alone in my darkened room locked up tighter than a tomb, with nothing left to hold my interest.
I used to be something that you'd appreciate.
Now you ignore me while I deteriorate.
Never talking like we did before, sending messages by semaphore, we don't dare to break the silence.
You just remind me of the mistakes I've made.
When I look at you I don't think we can be saved.
Memories are my personal Hell.
I'm an angry young man; angry at myself.
You can't do this to me; we're not to blame.
Don't keep me locked in here by alcohol and shame.
I just gotta get out; I just gotta escape.
Save ourselves before it's too late.
Send me something just a note under my door.
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Chicagoan, Goin', Gone
01:55
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She came home last night crying, "this place is surely dying."
Why can't we let this go?
This amorous anomie--I can't shake its hold on me.
Why don't I do it in the road?
Why don't we take this slow?
Self-imposed neoteny--still a child at thirty-three.
Nothing we can do for him this time.
She holds him in her arms--tries to keep him safe from harm.
"Have to get over this eventually."
But we're not getting off that easy.
You scream and beg me why, but I'm the asshole of your eye.
Why's it so hard to say goodbye?
Where I go I do not know, but you'll be better off alone.
Sorry dear it's time to go.
I'll do better on the next go 'round.
I'll try harder on the next go 'round.
I'll feel better on the next go 'round.
I'll be happier some day, but it's not happening.
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I need a drink to forget what I'm doing here.
This bar was closer than the bridge.
Countless nights I walk there and turn away.
I need some liquid courage to make it through the day.
Our friends and family will not remember me; I've pushed them all away.
I greet each day with hangovers and open wounds.
I don't know how much more I can take.
This is your intervention.
This is the last chance to clean up your act.
This is not a conversation.
This is an ultimatum.
I'm twenty-seven years old, but my liver looks eighty.
I did all I was told.
Now I'm alone and it's scary.
This is your intervention.
This is the last chance to clean up your act.
This is not a conversation.
This is an ultimatum, and there's no going back.
This is your intervention.
This is the last chance to clean up your act.
This is not a conversation.
This is an ultimatum, and there's no going back.
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Bitch Tits
02:12
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All I know is these three chords and my misplaced aggression.
I'm not a musician but I've got something to say.
I've wasted most of my whole life wallowing in sadness.
It's not fun but it's all I ever knew.
But I love you more than I hate myself.
If it weren't for you I'd be in Hell.
I'm an asshole, but I'm getting better.
You pulled me back when I was at the edge.
If it weren't for you then I'd be dead.
I'd kill for a drink but I think a drink might kill me.
All I know is these three chords and my morbid disposition.
Everything looks worthless through shit-colored glasses.
But I refuse to take this anymore, curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor.
I want to live a life worth living.
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Liff
02:01
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I spent my youth worrying about love and sex and video games, but those things don't matter anymore.
I spent my twenties in a drunken haze, but that's no fun anymore.
What do you want from life?
What do you want from me?
You only get this one chance.
What will you do with it?
I spend my nights worrying about life and death and meaning.
I can't sleep anymore.
I waste my days thinking about what could have been, and could there be more?
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INNNNI Portland, Maine
INNNNI ("eye for an eye") is the project of Maine-based singer-songwriter KH Andrei, blending confessional lyrics and 90's pop-punk hooks into energetic and emotional acoustic punk.
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