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early retirement
01:51
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i want to move to the suburbs
buy a house
maintain a lawn
plant a little garden
i want to spend the whole day outside
under the sun
i want to spend the night
i want to spend the nights with you
i want to spend the night
i want to spend the nights with you
i want to spend the nights
with you
401Ks, equity accrual
liquid assets and real estate income
net balances and tax loopholes
lay me down on a lounge chair
‘til i get sunburned
crushin’ beers
grilling burgers
i want to wake up early
and go for a run
smell the leaves on the trees
i want to be
under a redwood tree
i want to grow old with you
under all the big trees
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2. |
learning to surf
02:01
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pay attention to the small things
like making my bed
cleaning my room
writing songs about ex girlfriends
when my friends from the northeast call
i tell them i’m learning to surf
i’m not learning to surf, we make jokes about weed
then we hang up the phone
these days i eat burritos alone too much
eating by yourself all the time really kind of sucks
when my friends from texas call
they say the food here is better
and we bullshit bout the weather
they promise they will come visit
when my friends from the midwest call
they seem glad i’m alive
i haven’t seen some of them in so long
i don’t know why
a bar of dark chocolate was the highlight of my day
i’ve got nothing to say and i’ve got no one to say it to
it’s four o clock in the morning
and i can’t sleep
wonder if i made the right choice
leaving the people who love me
why am i always starting over?
new cities, same street names
i will find peace or i will just eat
more burritos
in my dreams i am a pop star making music for the masses
in real life i play dive bars for free drink passes
pay attention to the small things
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failure
03:53
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i tried bikram yoga
it didn’t work
i tried eating organic
it didn’t work
and i’ve failed several juice cleanses
they made me feel sick
couldn’t cut it with the patches
never could quite stick
failure is okay
cause i know we gotta keep moving on
yeah i know we gotta keep moving on
i tried moving to texas
it didn’t last
i tried moving to california
but i missed my friends
and i tried to call you
you did not pick up
so i called a second time
double calling someone is a sign of love
failure is okay
cause i know we gotta keep moving on
yeah i know we gotta keep moving on
then i fell in love with you
we all make mistakes
i guess you dreamt me away again
one less nightmare to escape
now i've learned home is not a concept
it’s having the same address
more than a few months
a few years at best
failure is okay
cause i know we gotta keep moving on
yeah i know we gotta keep moving on
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cheap sangria
04:59
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cover band plays marvin gaye and tammi
“aint nothing like the real thing”
and it seems kind of wrong
tonight it feels alright
i’ve got you by my side
my high school spanish
failed to find the right words
i never found them
i never found them
spanish restaurant, we order a pitcher of sangria
they gave us table wine and soda
but this time i don’t get pissed
with you i’m in bliss
i get caught up in your kiss
the years roll on, i still sing my songs
i’m still taking off my shirt
waiting is the worst
waiting is the worst
five years passed, i brought you to san francisco
we stayed in bed all day
or at least all morning
i lost track of time
couldn’t get you off my mind
uncertainty has followed me
through seven different cities
the fear that you’ve been missing something
perhaps someone
someone who makes you know
like i want everyone to know
you make me know
you make me know
you make me know for sure
love is a strange and wondrous thing
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truck nuts and vanity plates
plotting a comeback through midwestern states
laughing with friends over beers in the sun
start to feel grounded, want to hug everyone
hike all day alone; give in to mosquitoes
suckling your fingers like frozen taquitos
walk out on the lake but you slip up on the rocks
deep cuts on your heel—blood seeps through your socks
pull over to the shoulder when a bird hits the dash
cry for a little while—then rid the car of trash
truck nuts and vanity plates
signs for no vacancy flicker into space
pull in to the plaza to rest up your eyes
think up all the ways that everything must die
sudden or slow—possibilities endless
surrender your fears until you’re defenseless
the stench of rock bottom in rawlings, wyoming
an arbys parking lot lost under the gloaming
food poisoning i know is fleeting at best
but indiana almost killed me at that pizza hut express
truck nuts and vanity plates
roads don’t give answers; your tires will deflate
when you least expect them to in the dead of the night
it rains all the time now, can’t stop staring at the light
pitch black in missoula, should’ve woke up at dawn
see the sun, climb the mountains sleepless & withdrawn
you can’t be one with nature—it’s all just a blur
a photo for tourists, women covered in fur
animals set free too scared to leave their cages
i've been burning through candles counting empty pages
truck nuts and vanity plates
long lonesome highway—i can't stay awake
count down the hours til i run out of gas
sing to the ether; let the spirits unmask
redemption is petty; it’s never enough
adventure is reckless; i bought fingerless gloves
at an old gas station in the middle of nowhere
where the fuck i am going? well now nobody knows where
i wouldn’t put it past me to stay east through the winter
or get back in my car, drive til my knuckles break and splinter
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6. |
making plans
01:20
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making plans
i’ll be damned
making plans
making plans
i’ll be damned
i’ll be damned
making plans
i’ll be damned
i’ll be damned
making plans
i’ll be damned
i’ll be damned
making lists of things i won’t do
making promises i know i won’t keep
checking real estate listings
in seven different cities
not learning a single goddamn useful thing
putting things that i’ve been meaning to watch
into a netflix queue
i don’t want to watch anything
i don’t want to do anything
i just want to call you
and hear your voice
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focus
02:50
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grinding of teeth, forgetting how to sleep
when the little blue pills don’t seem to sink in
escape to distant grandeur with pitiful poor candor
tell yourself the secrets you are afraid of
make time to focus on the good things
the ones that stay the same
at least a little while
take a break from change
make time to focus on the good things
the ones you can grasp
at least a little while
get up off your ass
bring me a bottle, i’ll write you a novel
cast spells into sweet abyss
my head ain’t right, get me home tonight
avoid all the back roads and the bridges
make time to focus on your good friends
the ones that stick around
at least a little while
stop leaving town
make time to focus on your good friends
the ones who won’t take your shit
at least a little while
let them pull you out of this
i can't shake dreams of freckled little children
cute redhead girls traipsing through the corn
through the butterflies
the butterflies
and the sweet, sweet corn
you can give in to the good things
the ones you’re in control of
at least a little while
don’t fuck around with love
you can give in to the good things
sleep when you’re dead
at least a little while
change the voices in your head
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8. |
vacation
03:46
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you can’t live your life like you’re constantly on vacation
you can’t live your life alone
you can’t live your life like you’re constantly on vacation
you can’t live your life alone
filled out one too many change of address forms
forget where the government thinks i live
cut across the northern half
of this beautiful yet fucked up country
you start to appreciate its flaws
this year i will buy a house—try to settle down a bit
spend less money on my music and relationships
but i don’t know if it’s the right move to stay put
you can’t live your life like you’re constantly on vacation
you can’t live your life alone
you can’t live your life like you’re constantly on vacation
you can’t live your life alone
call out the demons, all the fucked up shit from your childhood
let them in, then let them go
i don’t miss getting fucked up in parking lots of supermarkets
deep in the suburbs of south jersey
well that superfresh or what’s left of it
well it’s still there
and so am i in many different ways
you can’t live your life like you’re constantly on vacation
you can’t live your life alone
you can’t live your life like you’re constantly on vacation
there’s a right time to come home
i’m coming home
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