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I'm sending you these voice memo demos
Because I know I'm good at leaving before I'm supposed to go
Sometimes the barista, fucks up my order
But my mistakes are harder to swallow
I realize, that i can't just tip toe out of your life
But My mom ain't raised a Quitter So I Know I'm Gonna Try
So if you or san jose, never see my goofy face
Just know i tried
Just know i tried
Just knoooooooooow
THAT i'm
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No Knead to Worry
03:13
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I broke my cellphone, Not getting any texts
No need to worry, There's not that many I missed
I talk to no one, I keep way to myself
I sing in public And I, I think nothing of it
I am an open book that's not worth reading
Borrow me from your friend
Then toss me in the closet
We can find your own purpose
Away from everyone
Sitting out on the sidewalk away from everyone
Like I said I broke my cellphone
So I'm away from everyone
200 Bucks to repair it
I think I might just save It
Loneliness suits me
I keep my headphones on
Keep writing stories
And hope that their not boring
This is what happens
When you can no longer love
Relationships don't work
You'll be collecting break ups
The solitude feels right
You've lost the will to fight
And worst of all
You’ve let your cellphone die
And we can find our own purpose
Away from everyone
Sitting out on the sidewalk away from everyone
Like I said I broke my cellphone
So I'm away from everyone
200 Bucks to repair it
I think I might just save It
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If You Crust Know
01:46
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I am the bones of a dead tree
An unopened book you will never read
I'm the remains of a land mine
That blew up in your hands just in time
You make a ghost of me
And that's all I'll ever be
I will gladly be a rotting tree
In an abandoned city cemetery
If you promise
To never come visit me
I'm not the sand in your hour glass
But I'll sneak up behind just to watch time past
I'm a piece of gold and you are a thief
Get your dirty fucking hands away from me
If you must know
Life has been spooky without you
If you must know it's been much colder without you
If you must know
I've been more transparent without you
If you must know
Do you really need to know
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Feta Place To Love You
02:24
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I'm lost in your hazel eyes
In the fragments of the memories I kept
Disappearing angel
It's strange to see you again
But you look twice as pretty as when we first met
I'm in a better place to love you
I'm still not saying that I do
But I've searched deep within
And found things that make my heart grin
And you're one of them
So stay around for a couple more months
We'll try to just focus on us
The worlds not as cruel as it once was
Or maybe this is just our luck
But we can do this
If we're both honest
with ourselves
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My greatest fear is dying alone
My greatest fear is dying alone
My second greatest fear is telling everyone my greatest fear
My greatest fear is dying alone
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Our eyes locked in the lecture hall
As the teacher talked about Aristotle
And I knew right then that you and me
Could make each other happy
You smiled at me for no reason
Or was I the reason after all
Allllll
My Aristotle girl
You left me up here in the clouds
I dread the day I have to come back down
And from this view so high above
I've learned the only thing I can't do in moderation is love
I know I'm just one in many
People who probably like you
But I bet I'm better then at least a few
If it comes down to Virtue
If Love is composed of a single soul
Inhabiting two bodies
I wouldn't mind if you split a soul with me
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Bad at Baking Friends
01:30
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I'm bad at making friends
I'm bad at making friends
I'm bad at making friends
I'm good at making myself lonely
I'm bad at making friends
I'm bad at making friends
I'm good at making pizza
But I'm bad at making Friends
I'm good at making pizza
I'm bad at making friends
Make pizza for people,
Make those people into friends
I'm good at making pizza
I'm good at making pizza
I'm good at making pizza I think
So I hope I make a lot of friends
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Preheat to 420
04:31
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Everyday I walk past the same bakery so I asked
The baker how it works
He said, son gather near I'll teach you a lesson here
It's all in the technique, this job is not for the weak
I'm a baker and all I want
Is to bake my bread in my over yeah
I want to bake before I sleep
I want to bake when I wake up
I want to bake all day
Because that is what I love
Ohh ohh
Put on gloves so you don’t infect the dough
Grab it with your palms kneed it nice and slow
Turn your oven on, get it nice and hot
Open the oven up, slie your bread in the slot
Don’t put tour bread in the bottom rack
Unless burnt is the way that you want your loaf back
Heed my advice and don’t forget
Its not the size of the bread, it's how you bake it
My oven is broken, I need something new
The bread doesn't rise, what's a man to do
My oven is broken, it doesn't get hot
My bread doesn't rise, I'm stuck with what I've got
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It's hot, dry, and humid and in the middle of no where
You're riding shotgun, the wind's blowing your hair
We're driving faster than a jet airplane
Music up loud as we blast Lil Wayne
I'm going to Vegas but I'm only 20
I'm not going for gambling
Not going for drinking
I'm going cause I want a simple quick wedding
I've got a fast car an a couple of rings
Three minutes to pack before we leave
On my shirt is a picture of a tuxedo
You're wearing a cute dress and your hair is in a cute bow
Neon bright lights outside the janky old church
On the stage is an Elvis impersonator
"I do", and I placed a Ring pop on you
"I do", and you placed a ring pop in me
We're married now for everyone to see
So we ate our ring and drove home happily
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I was gonna just drink water tonight
But you insisted so I said alright
I wouldn't want to let you down
So I began to drown
Away my problems, My low self esteem and fears
It's funny how easy it is to forget all that shit over a couple of beers
Sometime I just want to do stupid shit
Get plastered because we're college kids
Cause what else am I gonna do
On a Tuesday afternoon
Let's play NBA Jam
Shotgun a couple of cans
Make fun of Sam
For spitting in his hands
He can't finish his drink
Now he's puking in the sink
The funny part is his shot count was only 3
We going hard in UC berkeley
Doing handle pulls of bottom shelf vitali
Spit some flows about philosophy
How I'm gonna have the most worthless degree
4 years of college training
Just so I can ask if you want that in a venti
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