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My Favorite Accident
02:30
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I have a pile of precisely arranged stones
and it is mine
You are a careless blend of chemistry and bones
and I am yours.
I am yours.
You’re my favorite accident underneath all this emptiness
The best thing to happen to exist
You’re my favorite accident underneath this emptiness
The best thing to happen to exist
Time marches on
and it won’t be long
until we’re gone
and forgotten
But until then
Isn’t it nice to have someone
to mean something to
for someone like you?
Someone like you.
You’re my favorite accident
the best thing to fall into my hands
You’re my favorite accident
the best thing to wash up on the sand
You’re my favorite accident
and I don’t believe I’ll ever understand
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2. |
Bury Me Deep
03:06
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I could find my place under the quiet ocean
Staring up at the ships as they sail by
I could burn like fuel for your rocket’s nosecone
Screaming into nothing, as you scream across the sky
Good for nothing, bad at everything
I am a sucking emptiness
I am no fun at all
One day, you can bury me deep.
I’ll be just what you need.
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You were a ghost in my house
A whispered rumor of something alive
You found the deepest hole to disappear in
Until you never came out again
Until you never came out.
All you ever wanted was never to be noticed
To be left alone.
Never a moment of peace and never a moment of comfort
in your life.
Your dumb little life.
Born to a name you never knew
A name you wouldn’t answer to
Born to a name you never knew
Your basement is getting darker now
Watch the setting of an unknown sun
And for the first time since I’ve known you
You could hide, but you couldn’t run.
You could hide, but you couldn’t run.
Born to a name you never knew
A name you’d never grow into
Born to a name you never knew
A dumb little life, at it’s end
Born to a name you never knew
Born to a name you never knew
We said goodbye with a name you wouldn’t answer to.
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4. |
For You, For Forty More
04:18
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A New England April, 1982
and you emerged like the leaves on the maple trees
The most important day of my life
but I wouldn’t know it for another 25 years
I was waiting, even if I never knew what for
For you, for forty more
I was waiting, for someone unlike I’ve ever known before
For you, for forty more
A Baltimore April, two score away
Colleen, Miles and Will
Buttercups and daffodils
You are our diamond, brilliant and strong,
still unfinished
This house is so much brighter when you’re in it
We were waiting, eager for the sound of an opening door
For you, for forty more
We were waiting, excited footsteps racing across the floor
to you, for forty more
We are waiting
We were waiting for you.
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5. |
You Can't
01:42
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You can’t do anything, anything you wanna do.
Your mom and dad have got something wrong with them
Now you can’t do anything, anything you want to do
Everybody’s got something to give but you.
Not you.
Everyone but you.
You can’t do anything, anything you wanna do.
Your mom and dad have got something wrong with them
Everybody’s got something wrong with them
and you do too.
There’s something wrong with you.
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6. |
More Than We Deserve
04:52
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An empty Calvert street
Two feet of snow has blocked the sidewalk, so
I’ll walk where one day
I’ll tell our children not to go
A song for a wedding waiting in my headphones
The streetlights haloed silver through glasses fogged up
I am alone, but not for long
I am alone, but not for long
Your figure, a mirror image, moving towards me
An image I will keep with me for the rest of my life
This is a gift
that I never thought I could ask for
A reflection of some brighter world, behind this one
Behind this one
Sometimes we are given more than we deserve.
Sometimes I can see more beauty than my burnt-out heart can hold.
Sometimes we are given more than we deserve.
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