1. |
Peanut Butter Song
03:31
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I stir my peanut butter every fifteen minutes
I don’t let it separate
Keeping everything all stuck together
Makes me feel like life’s going great
I keep my worries in the tiny little pockets
Sewn on my cargo shorts
I wear my arms bare in the middle of December
To show what I think I can endure
It’s not that exciting or anything
It’s not that exciting or anything
It’s not that exciting or anything
It’s not that exciting
I lost my hands in the laundromat’s big dryer
They’re waiting to be replaced
I have to step around another windy corner
To get hair out of my face
I made my bed I made all my own problems
And then I made a three layered cake
I threw myself another birthday party
To celebrate progress I didn’t make
I wasn’t invited or anything
I wasn’t invited or anything
I wasn’t invited or anything
I wasn’t invited
I’m too tired to fight for anything
I’m so tired
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2. |
Rest Easy
03:22
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I wake up and I tell the day what day it is
It tells me no thank you
I pretend to think about amphibians
But all I think about is you
I crack an egg over my head to ask myself
What’s for breakfast
I think I’ve got my head all scrambled
I know I can be reckless
Once I find where my hands went I’ll rest easy
I hope you’ve been holding them for me
I sew a quilt with scraps from your old duvet cover
The edges fray quickly
I prick my finger and it almost feels like you
Are right here with me
I pour my glass out on the floor for all the time
I spent chasing a phantom
Tried to turn my outsides inside
My shadow takes me for ransom
Once I find where my hands went I’ll rest easy
I hope you’ve been holding them for me
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3. |
Don't Wanna
00:58
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I was born under my mother’s name
Had to teach myself to walk again
Tried to tie all of the shoelaces
That I found in the street
Put a quarter in the gumball machine
Swipe through the turnstile at 15th Street
My feet walk all on their own without my noticing
Put a sticker on my forehead that says forgive
I don’t wanna function, I wanna live
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4. |
April May
03:19
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Every week is a trial
Every month lasts a while
It takes 3-5 business days to smile
My alarm hears itself ring
And the sun isn’t helping
And I wish I could stop myself from melting
I used to have edges
They soften in everyone’s hands
Along with my plans
April may or may not work out
We may or may not make it to June
All I know is
I wanna see you soon
The sky may or may not fall down
The pieces may be gray or blue
All I know is
I wanna see you soon
I wanna see you soon
I feel like I’m floating
While my crystal ball’s loading
The future keeps on coming and going
The days blur together
Each one feels like forever
And I don’t know when I get to feel better
And I’m thinking about you
As the weekends pass by in my tunnel
And I think about yours
And its heavy glass doors
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5. |
Next Stop: Liberty Bell
02:08
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Jeff and I take a walking tour
Of places he’s peed in Philadelphia
He makes sure to add one more
Each new spot’s a little stealthier
All the grass is brown
And the snow is yellow
Just a few folks around
Go for it, I tell ya
It’s wintertime and the sun’s so warm
And colors pop much brighter
We find our fun in whatever form
Will make each day feel lighter
All the grass is brown
And the snow is yellow
Just a few folks around
Go for it, I tell ya
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6. |
Glass Houses
02:52
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Myself is looking at me
Whatever she can see
I wish I couldn’t see
I remind myself in that same monotone
Even if you’re feeling alone
Those in glass houses
Shouldn’t get stoned
I give my feelings a name
I write them down each day
Indicate any change
Their leaves are wilted and their thorns overgrown
Even when you’re feeling alone
Those in glass houses
Shouldn’t get stoned
You ask each day if I’m high
I could say no
But I really just hate to lie
I still can’t tell if I need to atone
Even when I’m feeling alone
Those in glass houses
Shouldn’t get stoned
Those in glass houses
Shouldn’t get stoned
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7. |
Pickle Back Song
01:08
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I only do picklebacks with business acquaintances >:-(
If we can make it past LinkedIn
It's really not what I'm thinking
I'll just get us some boxed wine
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Horse Divorce Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
making sweet earnest bedroom pop for when your mare-age is falling apart </3
horse divorce is:
phoebe, jeff, tab
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