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I don't wanna sink my teeth in sweat
I don't wanna sink my teeth in
I don't wanna get stuck in this hole
I don't even wanna be your friend
I feel sick beyond my means
Feels like I'm ripping at the seams
Maybe I'm just being unreasonable
I don't even wanna be your friend
I don't wanna be this person
I don't wanna be this person
I don't wanna be this person
I don't even wanna be your friend
What if this sees me alone?
I've never called myself a home
I guess you could be worth my time
I don't even wanna be your friend
I don't wanna say no
I don't wanna be mean
I don't wanna people please
I don't even wanna be your friend
About time you figured out
Seems kinda rude to weigh you down
I'm really busy right now
I don't even wanna be your friend
Text you back after three days like
Sorry, just that work's been crazy
I'm doing dry January
I don't even wanna be your friend
You're not entitled to my time
Just 'cause you're such a special guy
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2. |
Marie Kondo
02:24
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In my dream house
There's enough room for me to come home with my head spinning round
In my dream house
There's room for me to curl up in a neat little corner
In my dream house
There's a cat and a mouse and they chase each other down
In my dream house
I can wake up and reach up, touch the sky if I wanna
But I'm stuck in this millennial dream
Finding joy in the junk and in tattered old ebooks
Taking hold of the things that I own
If I own enough things I might make up a home
Stuck in this millennial dream
We hold hands just to stay alive
What I lack in laying down roots
I make up in small talk at my nine to five
In my dream house
I take t-shirts and linen and throw it all into the bin
In my dream house
A small Japanese woman lurks round every corner
In my dream house
I drown beneath a mountain of memories
In my dream house
I take two steps forward and one step back
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3. |
Can I Borrow A Feeling?
02:52
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My parents sleep in separate beds
We meet up in a tiny treehouse restaurant
I've been walking up all night to find a tea-stained egg behind my couch
It leads me straight to you
I've been meaning to say I miss you
The smell of you is left behind
On every sleeve, I wash my clothes again
There's water coming past my knees, I wipe it up
Everything is coming up my way
I've been meaning to say I'm sorry
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4. |
I Wish
02:08
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Wanna get up but my brain is empty
I don't like that you changed me
Today's prospect is terrifying
I'm so done with all the crying
I don't like who I became
There's no one but you to blame
Worst thing, you get to live your life
Here I am trying to survive
I wish I'd never met you
Because you totally blew the one thing with real value
I wish I didn't give a damn
I wish I hadn't wasted my time
For you to love on a dime
Never wanted to be sad and bitter
But you didn't give me a chance
Left me and my heart in tatters
Right after our very last dance
Many things have changed now
It's time you take a bow
Time has done its deed
You won't be the reason that I bleed
Now all is said and done I hope it was worth it
Live your happy life, it's not like you earned it
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I've never been blonde
And I'd never learned to learn before I met you
Am I really leading my life without a pair of kitchen scissors
and a carton of peroxide?
Think about how I live in one bedroom, call it home and yet
Somehow, I've been better
Too scared to wake the neighbours so I fall asleep at midnight
Leaving you to entertain yourself
Why can't I be cool enough to move to Berlin?
Why can't I be cool enough to move to Berlin?
We'd smoke cigarettes in alleys if we moved to Berlin
We'd play tiny sold out shows if we just moved to Berlin
I've been here before
I've known my way around this crevice
Yet it never gets easier, I think it's actually more difficult
if I can't name the feelings
My doctor gives me Prozac and it gives me hives three days in
My therapist says she doesn't think I wanna be here
Because I always take the easy way out
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6. |
No Excuses
02:29
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Still scared of being too much, when I never feel enough
In the group if I’m happy, I feel like I should quiet down
Anxiety won’t let these sabotaging thoughts end
I can’t read people’s minds.
But my brain likes to pretend
I try to fit in again, but I still feel like and add-on
I’m scared of starting stuff, cos I’m scared of getting it wrong
Feeling like an imposter, the odd one out, I’ll never fit in
Tears at my guts, hate myself for feeling insecure again
Force myself to go out, and I have fun at the party
Replay my night again, as I sit on the train home
Pull out what I got wrong, when no one likely noticed
I’m stone cold sober, but I’m still feeling sick
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7. |
I'd Say Yes
02:06
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If you put me at my wit's end and asked me to spin around
I'd say yes, I'd say yes, I'd say yes
If you asked me to jump, I'd say how high?
No that's not high enough, I'd say yes, I'd say yes
And even when I'm tired and it's 10pm
I'd be your emergency contact even though we're barely friends
Even though I'm pretty sure you'd rather watch Eastenders than hang out with me
I only exist to help you out
Did you need something or can I show myself out?
I only exist to help you out
You pick me up just to let me down
If you ask me what I'm worth I'd say
What do you think I'm worth? I'd say yes, I'd say yes, I'd say yes
If you tell me that you're just waiting for someone to do better
I'd say yes, I'd say yes, I'd say yes
Like yes, I know I don't mean to be mean
But it's more like if I say something I'm pretty sure you'll leave
And I'd rather be stuck with you than stuck with me
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In the bathroom at the party
Watching my head spin round my feet
I could throw up in the sink
If I throw up, will you talk about it?
Hear the music through the door
Could someone tell me where I can find the dog?
Singing Come On Eileen on my own
Like I wanna go home
Have you ever thought about
How gross the words are in this song?
Out of my way, I’m not getting on the night bus
Out of my way, I’m not getting on the night bus
Out of my way, I’m not getting on the night bus
Out of my way, I’m not getting on the night bus
No I don’t wanna play Never Have I Ever
I’ve never done anything worth remembering
I don’t wanna sit out in the garden
I don’t wanna be designated driver
I go out at midnight for an angry walk
When I’ve had enough of listening to boring white boys talk
Please put your hands anywhere but on me
I know I look nice (but) I don’t wanna be here
Talking to you, about how you believe
That Morrissey’s autobiography was actually pretty funny
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9. |
On The Fence
02:40
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I sit alone in the tiny seat on the bus
I don’t belong in them or us
I’ve gone too far before I’ve started
Got a boy on my arm, though, so crisis averted
Got short hair but not short enough
If I bleach it brighter colours it gets hard to take care of
Cut my nails short but that don’t matter ‘cause I’m taken
Guess I’m waiting for that side of me to really awaken
It goes both ways
It goes both ways
It goes both ways
It goes both ways
I’ve been too scared to be out in the open
I come in with my partner on my shoulder
And you won’t find me sitting on the fence
But I’m stuck in the middle, it doesn’t make a difference
I’ve been too scared to be out in the open
I come in with my partner on my shoulder
And you won’t find me sitting on the fence
But I’m stuck in the middle, it doesn’t make a difference
I’ve never had to talk to my mom or dad
Because the only long-term partner I’ve ever had
Is an exception to my general attraction
But that doesn’t call for remedial action
When I tick the box at my new place of work
Scribble in the one that says ‘prefer not to answer’
And that feels like a lie but it’s actually true
I don’t want to have to explain myself to you
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10. |
Sugar Cereal
02:08
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Alarm starts my day instead of a theme song
Cool montage of me staring at my wall
Building up strength for another day at work
Instead of wielding swords I file reports
It’s not the way that this was meant to be
When I was eating sugar cereal watching cartoons on tv
8 years old I could take on the world
But now I'm fully grown and I’m not even tall
What’s the point of being fully grown at all?
I’ve got no talking animals, I’ve got no six pack
Sit ups are hard, I’m in a no pets flat
No magic sword to bust the bad guys
And I always think of one-liners days too late
I sit at my desk and feel my spine compress
Send emails all day so I can pay my rent
Watching the world outside drift away
Sitting doing work at my desk all day
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I wanna drag race but I don’t have a car
I would get into fights but I don’t want the scars
Mum I wanna be a greaser
Perfect hair, and a leather jacket!
I wanna motorbike but the noise levels don’t fly past ten
I wanna Harley Davidson but my friends say they’re for old men
I don’t care that they’re all boys
My brothers grew up with the coolest toys
I want flick knives and a motorbike
Mum I wanna go out to dead man’s curve
Mum I wanna go out to the makeout point
I wanna slick my hair back but I can’t afford enough of the gel
I would get it cut off but that makes me look like a poser
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12. |
Dealbreaker
02:25
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Sometimes I've just had enough,
I wanna pack up and leave,
But I hate being alone,
But right now I just gotta go,
Cut ties I don't want to, just because I can,
So I gotta force this all deep down
So gimme a dealbreaker
To save me from these feelings
A reason to just tear it down and leave
You catch my eye and so mine hit the floor
I'm all washed and dressed - but still a fucking mess
I'm starting to feel comfortable, so maybe I should leave again,
But I can see the home I've wanted just in reach,
But it's just so much easier, to break than to build and maintain,
Every time stuff gets serious, I realise I'm not good enough!
But I still keep on seeing you around
Your eyes meet mine,
And so mine hit the ground
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13. |
Life Is Short
02:33
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I wake up, I got a lot of nerve
I got shiny black shoes and a clean white shirt
I got the Sunday blues, and it don’t half hurt
I take a breath, count my losses, and I make it work
I got bills to pay, I got loved ones to care for
Barely time to have a hobby, got a partner to be there for
Call it a blessing, I can’t call it a curse
I’m painfully aware that things could always be worse
Life is short but it’s the longest thing that I’ll ever do
I don’t wanna spend it all working for you
Life is short but it’s the longest thing I’ll ever do
I don’t wanna spend it all here working for you
Sitting in the office at 9am
I got nowhere to go, I got nowhere to be
Painfully aware that my time is a virtue
That I’m only really worth my productivity
I crowd fund to pay my therapy bills
But the longer I’m here, the harder it is to sit still
Call it a blessing, I can’t call it a curse
Because I'm painfully aware that things could always be worse
I don’t have to justify my existence
In this meaningless capitalist system
Je n'ai pas a justifier mon existence
Dans ce système capitaliste sans conscience
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14. |
Am I Revolutionary Yet?
03:22
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No one cares about where you come from
No-one cares about where you’ve been
It only counts in an uphill struggle
It only counts if you think you’re seen
Time after time I get stuck in the middle
Not enough of this or too much of that
Can’t believe it but little by little
I swear that I am disappearing
Am I revolutionary yet?
I dig myself deeper in
I take up space, I take up time
I put words into my own mouth
I’d pick an argument but I don’t like to raise my voice
You point with the left hand, flip off with the right
I’d fight if I weren’t too tired to fight
I’d take myself out of the equation
I’d do anything, I’d do anything
Do you think I’m going too far?
Do you think I should get out of your way?
Do you think I’m too big for my boots?
Do you think I’m much too much for you?
Do you think I’m out of control?
Do you think I’m out of my league?
Do you think I’ve got it, I’ve got it all wrong?
Well I think I’m gonna carry on
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15. |
Valentines
03:32
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I stick my finger in your eye
When you look at me I smile, I smile, I smile
I only call you when I’m bored
But the rest of the time I’m waiting for the next time
I take the time to let you know
As long as you love me I’ll be here
I’m so glad you love me like I love you
I ask you out between my teeth
I lie between the sheets so you might forget I’m underneath
Try to be smaller than a pill
And I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try to keep still
I wanna know that you still care
I don’t come home to you, I come home
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16. |
Marie Kondo
02:24
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17. |
On The Fence
02:40
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18. |
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