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Melbourne
04:33
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Old man god
I like you cause you call me by the name I call myself
A shortened version of a name that can’t be shortened well
I wanna cry, cause I miss you
Do I notice when you’re gone?
It seems the space you occupy is the space where you belong
I love your mum, but I don’t know her very well
She speaks to me with kindness, she could easily bag and sell
I might be you if I tried, but I would rather be myself
I’ve learnt of myself all my life I can’t act all that well
Eating in your yard with you feels like what I’ve been working towards
So young and wise, so young and wise
And so incurably bored
My childhood moves to Melbourne, joins a cult and lives out in the bush
I’m sane enough to put things off, or waiting for a pity push
I’d rather be a Jesus freak than freak out over nothing at all
If those things make you happy then we’d rather you be that than here
Knew you when you were 18, to you then I've never felt so near
If you’re alright, do you think I'll be fine?
Do you think that?
Do you think an old man of a God is worth the skin that's on your hands
Old man god
You see me as a foundation, but the groundworks not been laid yet
I could scream that in a mans face, he’d say I never said that
There must be a sign on my back, saying kiss me until I crack
I can’t resist a love, I know one day I will regret that
It's a love that can’t be healthy, the love I show myself
But you hold me like i'm malleable, until I’m something else
How do you hold me?
But sitting in this calm with you feels like what I’ve been yearning for
So young and wise, so young and wise
And so incurably yours
My childhood moves to Melbourne, joins a cult and lives out in the bush
I’m sane enough to put things off, I’m waiting for that pity push
I’d rather be a Jesus freak than freak out over nothing at all
If those things make you happy then we’d rather you be that than here
Knew you when you were 18, to you then I've never felt so near
If you’re alright, do you think I'll be fine?
Do you think that?
Do you think that?
Do you think that?
Old man god
Old man god
Old man god
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2. |
The Wheel
02:52
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You will never know, what it is to be the girl you need
I’m wearing all my clothes, still I see myself so vividly
In your arms, far from harm
I’m always the first to know, I’m always the first to go
Loves given me not much to show
But cracking limbs, cracked lips
An ache that is so distant from myself
A shelf, of masculine that holds me down
This is my house, its scary when its quiet
I can’t tell if I liked having you around for sound
The fool responds to the challenge of the turning of the wheel
The sting of the unseen, the guilt that comes with coming clean
If sedatives were what I was taking
I felt the warmth, I wasn’t faking
I can’t make sense of my intentions
You’re too soft to teach a lesson
The selfishness fills me with glee
The hunger I feel feeds my greed
Now only how I feel is real
This is the turning of the wheel
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3. |
Cooking Oil
03:01
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You cry I don’t understand your words as you are spitting them at me
They land on my cheeks like cooking oil
So thick, so warm, so sickly
And as you scream I sit so still with guilt just sat upon my knee
And when you’re done you say I’m the kindest to you
Anyone has been
I am so kind to you
I am so kind to you
I am so kind to you
I am so kind
I am so kind to you
I am so kind to you
I am so warm
You cry I don’t understand your words as you are spitting them at me
They land on my cheeks like cooking oil
So thick, so warm, so sickly
And as you scream I sit so still with guilt just sat upon my knee
And when you’re done you say I’m the kindest to you
Anyone has been
I am so kind to you
I am so kind to you
I am so kind to you
I am so warm
I am so kind
I am so warm
I am so kind to you
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4. |
Freckled Friend Forever
03:03
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I feel myself leaving as I am still around
Going home feels like a death sentence, as much as coming down does
And I had planned to show you how I felt
But you went home, cause you were tired
You had good reason, its not new
The way I was looking at you
I suppose I was tired too
I couldn’t say you hadn’t tried before
But he was here, and now he’s not
And I’ve been trying my best to think of myself more
Been told I rush in, so naive, so loud about it
Took my time, it seems my times too slow
I’ll watch you go, my friend forever
My freckled friend forever
I had planned to show you how I felt
But you went home, cause you were tired
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5. |
Dead
06:18
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I wanted you to be the first, last, best one
I wanted you, and I liked talking to your mum
You could tell that she was cool back in the day, and to this one
I wonder if she knew, you were a bad bad person
And why would she hide that from me?
I thought it stretched further than thinking I was pretty
Why would you hide that from me?
After letting me watch you indulging in all of my pity and the hearts of my friends
Why would you hide that from me?
All the wrong reasons were the ones I was leaving by
I watched you fall peacefully from grace
And the place that I held you no matter how ugly we’d be
What a waste of that place
What a waste of your place
Oh, what a waste of that place
What a waste of your place
I hated you then cause I couldn’t kiss anyone else
And I hate you still, cause I can’t love anyone else the way I loved you then
So I, think about you now as if you’re dead
I think about you now as if you’re dead
I think about you now as if you’re dead
But why can’t I just put the dead to rest?
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6. |
Slate is Clean
03:06
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You’re just the same, lets carry our old blames
Then swear to never speak of them again
You could stay in that jail of sound that you’ve made
Or we could walk through the city
We could walk through the city
Now that you’ve seen me
Its like nobodys seen me
I could kill those who’ve touched me, I want you to touch me
Can’t we just be sixteen?
Do I still count as clean?
The softest sounds do leave your mouth
I remember everything
You remember everything
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