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Used To Be Old School
03:41
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Used to be old school
Now we don't know how
Scenes from the vanguard
Got shuffled and played out
What once hung in the spotlight
Now litters the backyard
Now we don't know how
We used to be so cool
The weather keeps changing between us
Every clink in your glass
Every jolt in my spine
We used to run toward each other
Now we're just passing the time
Used to be old school
Wish they had told us
Time doesn't age well
It's all joyfully hopeless
A surplus of heartbreak
Into permanent midnight
Wish they had told us
We used to be so damn cool
The weather keeps changing between us
Every nicotine itch
Each amphetamine smile
We used to fight for each other
Now we're just wading through...
Time
Time on our hands
Time to be anyone
Time to crash land
Time
Time to withstand
Time to do anything
Time to demand
Honestly I’m excited for the grand farewell
Honestly I’m not afraid of whatever gets thrown in our way
Let's unravel the lie
I think we can handle it now
Endlessly undivided anxious demoiselles
Endlessly beat up and bruised from a lifetime of spilling the truth
I'm so glad we're alive
I know we can handle it now
Let’s stick it out for a while…
(Used to be old school)
(Used to be old school)
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Back At 45
03:35
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I'm back at 45
It's good to be alive
Hell, I did not think I'd make it
How's the saying go?
Gotta fake it 'til you break it
Well, I don't really know
'Cause I'm always inundated
Take it off!
Ride around on the past
You’ll get kicked in the ass
It’s not complicated
I am very good at doing math!
Not to say you should hide
Turn your pain into pride
It’s all integrated
Welcome to the shit show!
I'm back at 45
Exiting the hive
Is a sticky situation
Technically I'm part
Of the illest generation
Though I'm working twice as hard
My mind's always on vacation
Ooh Ooh Ooh!
Narrow in on the truth
You’ll unravel your youth
And be liberated
Sell me something sassy from your stash!
With the good comes the bad
And the life that you had
Get’s obliterated
Pocket full of rainbows!
It’s good to know you
L’enfant sage
Welcome to nowhere
Of many dream a vast mirage
I was once a punching bag
Never noticed I’d been hanged
I owe this Fuck You
To a lifetime in distress
Always feeling I was less than ordinary
Ooh Ooh Ooh!
Sit around on your ass
And the ghosts of your past
Get incorporated
Secret meeting keepers of the caste!
Lean on into the pain
For a whole new refrain
Get dissociated
Functioning in slo-mo!
I’m back at 45
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House Of Strangers
02:06
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Well, I'm leaning on
What's left of what has been
And still to come
And the present tense
Eludes all sense
And haunts this native son
There's a truth or two or three or four
Depends on where you stand
You can be a multitude of things
My lovely ampersand
We're not a house of strangers anymore
No cobweb takes a chance upon our door
There's a hope I horde
And hold onto
It comforts like a song
That you'll find the spark
That guides you through the dark
Before I'm gone
We're not a house of strangers anymore
With chosen crest of black upon our door
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You're The Reason
03:24
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I never used to be so scared of everything
I took a chance and woke up with this wedding ring on my finger
I owe you for fucking up your life
I just hope I can make it up to you
You’re the reason there’s a flutter in my heart
You’re the reason nothing ever falls apart
In this house that we built for our family of three
I’m so impressed that you’re still in love with me
You’re the reason there is hope at every turn
You’re the reason that I feel the sickest burns
When you lay out the facts of each case we discuss
I agree that it’s hard to disagree
You’re the reason there’s a stranger in our bed
You’re the reason we’re less fucked up in the head
And the time that you spend on remembering it all
Deserves more than the words you’re hearing now
You’re the reason you’re the person you’ve become
You’re the “hard-ass-inward-look-at-how-it’s-done”
With each lie you’ve dismantled and replaced with truth
You’re the epitome of living proof
You’re the camera’s lens, the checkbook, and the key
You’re as Piscean as one could hope to be
And the lighthouse of love that you shine day and night
Beckons homeward us wandering erudites
You’re the witchiest, the baddest of the bad
And you’re the best defense the dark arts ever had
And the spells that you cast can cure every disease
It’s an honor to be part of this dichotomy
You’re the common sense that cuts right to the core
That made that sassy mess we both get to adore
And the love that we share is Imzadi times twelve
There’s no chance that you’ll ever get rid of me
There’s no chance that you’ll ever get rid of me
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Justin Courtney Pierre Minneapolis, Minnesota
'Ghost World' EP out November 12
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