— tell that mick he just made my list of things to do today

• let’s play this game called “when you catch fire” / i wouldn’t piss to put you out / stop burning bridges and drive off of them / so can forget about you / so bury me in memory; his smile’s your rope / so wrap it tight around your throat

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— dead on arrival

• this is side one, flip me over / i know i’m not your favorite record / the songs you grow to like never stick at first / so i’m writing you a chorus and here is your verse

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— grand theft autumn (where is your boy)

• you need him, i could be him / i could be an accident, but i’m still trying / that’s more than i can say for him

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— saturday

• i read about the afterlife, but i never really lived more than an hour

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— homesick at space camp

• my smile’s an open wound without you / and my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back

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— sending postcards from a plane crash (wish you were here)

• so make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets
• i’ve seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you

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— chicago is so two years ago

• loaded words and loaded friends are loaded guns to our heads
• the only thing you’ll get is this curse on your lips: i hope they taste of me forever
• with every breath i wish your body will be broken again

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— the pros and cons of breathing

• my pen is the barrel of the gun / remind me which side you should be on

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— calm before the storm

• sat outside my front window / this story’s going somewhere: “he’s well hung,” / and i am hanging up

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— the patron saint of liars and fakes

• and when it all goes to hell / will you be able to tell me / you’re sorry with a straight face?