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Sometimes I cry at strangers standing in the supermarket
or when a water glass falls slowly and then shatters on the floor.
I love you like I love my own imagination,
like a kiss between the shoulder blades,
like a future left more precious than it was the day before.
I think that hope might be the only thing I still believe in.
Sometimes it's all that you can count on when the going's getting hard.
I'm glad they found someone and that Jesus will love them forever.
Me, I hope my DNA won't make me fall apart.
You are more magical than sunrise in the early winter,
more fascinating than the flicker of a flame burned late at night.
You are a drunken evening dancing with a lovely stranger,
a life I'll be here living.
You're a battle I will fight.
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Microscope
03:16
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Imagine you're sitting on a microscope.
Light above and light below.
Light where you never wanted light to go.
Light- tell me darling, does it set your heart aglow?
Tell me darling, is it hot or is it cold in here?
Now imagine you're a cancer cell.
And imagine I am one as well.
And we're killing some poor person with our strength and our perversion and a scientist is staring through our bodies and she's plotting our demise.
Tell me darling, can you look me in the eyes?
Now imagine you're the scientist.
And I before you- silent, small, and viscous.
Suspended in a moment on a slide inside your lab.
Imagine you can see my secrets.
And you'll use them all against me.
And I'll lie beside you naked and you'll lie there looking through me.
And I'll kiss you
in the hallway,
assuming that you know me
the next day.
But I'm not under a microscope, and you don't really care.
I'm glad there never was a microscope, and you're still there.
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3. |
Crush on You
04:07
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Five summers ago, you lingered in my kitchen.
It was getting late. The night was going great.
But I acted like I couldn't read your signals.
Sent you on your way, without much to say.
Cuz I was scared in that moment of your loving.
I was still hung up on the pain that another man was causing.
And I really didn't want to see you leaving.
But I didn't know what to do,
wasn't sure just how to tell you
That I had a crush on you, baby. That's all.
(I got a crush on you, baby)
Just a little crush on you, darlin, after all.
We had a fling last fall in New York City.
I was passing through, and you were moving too.
So we made up for lost time on a mattress on the floor.
Felt every kind of right, loving you that night.
You left me with a crush on you, baby. That's all.
(I got a crush on you, baby)
Just a little crush on you, darlin, after all.
(I got a crush on you, darlin)
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoooooo
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoooooo
Our timing hasn't worked out so well since then.
Life doesn't always give you all the moments you've been missing.
But you're in my heart so fondly, if you've ever got the time.
I love the way you kiss me and when your body covers mine.
I got a crush on you, baby. That's all.
(I got a crush on you)
Just a little crush on you, darlin, after all.
(I got a crush on you)
I got a crush on you, baby. That's all.
(I got a crush on you, baby)
Just a little crush on you darlin, after all.
(I got a crush on you)
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoooooo
(I got a crush on you, I got a crush on you)
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoooooo
(I got a crush on you, I got a crush on you)
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoooooo
(Como te digo que me gustas, Como te digo que me gustas)
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoooooo
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I don't know what to do with you, Joe.
I've been loving you all of these years.
And the moments all go by so slow
when I think of the joy and the love and the tears.
I don't know what to do with you, Joe.
When we're friends I can't help but want more.
And when we're out of touch, I still miss you so much,
and I wonder what the hell I'm still doing this for.
And I sure as hell won't have your babies.
And I don't wanna be someone's wife.
And when it comes to love, I can't say it comes easy.
I don't know what I need, except you in my life.
I've got some big plans and I've got a career.
And I'm pining for you darlin, year after year.
I want you to stay and I want you to go.
I don't know what to do with you, Joe.
(Instrumental)
I tried thinking 'bout work, I tried sleeping around.
I tried writing a song, I tried leaving town.
My brother said, "Don't waste your love on that man."
So I tried to forget you the best that I can.
Cuz you never asked me to love you,
So maybe it's all in my head.
Maybe I'm just taking orders
from the voice in my gut that wants you in my bed.
I'm tired of thinking 'bout you every night,
or when I'm feeling cold, or when the chord is just right.
I'm tired of feeling like I oughta know.
I don't know what to do with you, Joe.
And if you ever loved me, then please tell me so.
I don't know what to do with you, Joe.
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Begin Again
04:21
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I didn't want to leave you.
I didn't want to drive away from there.
I guess you knew I wasn't welcome.
I guess you knew the cross you had to bear.
And I love you, I do.
I wish I knew just where you settled in.
I love you, I do.
I hope that you are strong and safe and I hope we can begin again.
You were just a baby
when I held you in my arms and brought you home.
I know I wasn't perfect,
but we always held each other through the storms.
And I love you, I do.
I wish I knew just where you settled in.
I love you, I do.
I hope that you are strong and safe and I hope we can begin again.
(Instrumental)
I named you for my uncle.
He always seemed to have kind words to say.
And I hope that as you grow up
you'll be a loving friend and find your way.
And I love you, I do.
I wish I knew just where you settled in.
I love you, I do.
I hope that you are strong and safe and I hope we can begin again.
I hope that you are strong and safe and I hope we can begin again.
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6. |
Cicadas in the Trees
04:38
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Hey babe (Hey babe)
Ain't no place I'd rather be
than listening to cicadas, lying underneath a tree.
(Ten thousand years) before you, before me,
they were listening to cicadas in the trees.
Hear the train? You're never gonna get it back.
There's only one train running on the east-bound track.
And I hope my darlin that someday you'll face the fact,
there's only one train running on the east-bound track.
Hey babe (Hey babe)
Ain't no place I'd rather be
than listening to cicadas, lying underneath a tree.
(Ten thousand years) before you, before me,
they were listening to cicadas in the trees.
Oooooooooooo
You got a neighbor to the north, and a neighbor to the south.
You got a neighbor round the corner just running their mouth.
Only one good thing that's left for you to do-
you gotta love your neighbor just like I love you.
Hey babe (Hey babe)
Ain't no place I'd rather be
than listening to cicadas, lying underneath a tree.
(Ten thousand years) before you, before me,
they were listening to cicadas in the trees.
ooooooooooooo
(Instrumental)
You got girls and boys and everybody in between,
You've got the whole world thinking that you're so damn mean.
Only one good thing that's left for you to do-
you gotta love your neighbor just like I love you.
Hey babe (Hey babe)
Ain't no place I'd rather be
than listening to cicadas, lying underneath a tree.
(Ten thousand years) before you, before me,
they were listening to cicadas in the trees.
oooooooooooooo
Hear the train?
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7. |
Queer AF
03:50
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I should've written you a love song last week,
when my bed still smelled like you.
Now I don't know where all the days went,
who to call, or which hole to crawl into.
I'm drinking coffee like a cliche, like a crutch,
like a broke-down worried man.
I'm trying to keep the feeling of you,
and your laugh, and your hips between my hands.
Swing me into a hurricane.
Sweep my worries to the edges of my brain, and we'll be
Queer as fuck and cute as fuck.
Queer as fuck and cute as fuck.
Queer as fuck and cute as fuck.
It seems like everybody's dying too soon,
while the country splits in two.
And every politician's lying. And I'm tired.
And I just want to be with you.
Feel like I'm living with a secret, and a grief,
and a joy that will not fade.
I wanna shout it from the rooftops-
"I'm a mess, and in love, and can't be saved!"
So close the door and light a candle,
and let's see if Arkansas can handle
Queer as fuck and cute as fuck
Queer as fuck and cute as fuck
Queer as fuck and cute as fuck
I thought you just might sing along.
That's why I wrote this good ol' American country song.
And guess what? It's
Queer as fuck and cute as fuck
Queer as fuck and cute as fuck
Queer as fuck and cute as fuck.
I should've written you a love song last week...
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I cry a lot at the movies and I stay til the end of the credits,
cuz if you leave too early, there's a chance you'll always regret it.
If I could go back in time, I would only love the ones who loved me.
If I could've seen the signs, I would've
Treated you better
Treated you better
Treated you better
The plot is never different and the actors always make me nervous.
I give them every chance, but to you I did a disservice.
I did my best to grow, but my heart learned the wrong lesson.
If I'd been at my best, you know I would've
Treated you better
Treated you better
Treated you better
(Instrumental)
Looking back I catch myself on film, trading the real deal for a performer.
I think about you every time I think my life is turning a corner.
I can't tell if I was made for love or I should stick to playing solo,
but one thing's truer than the stars above- I should've
Treated you better
Treated you better
Treated you better
(Instrumental)
I should've treated you better
Treated you better
Treated you better
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9. |
Decibel Jezebel
05:36
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LYRICS:
You'll notice the difference if I increase by 3.
My voice doubles at 10- if I do that again, will you stop stifling me?
"That decibel jezebel- she couldn't possibly hear in those jeans!"
But you can't scare me straight, cuz I know no one listens linearly.
Just make me laugh, I'm tired of trying so hard.
I know the math, so just ask me your question.
I know the answer, just listen to me.
You'll notice I'm here if I take off my clothes.
I'll translate the message straight through to my skin and then hope that it shows.
I'll stay til you understand, and repeat with every man til all the world knows
that my time's only precious if somebody else knows just where it all goes.
Just make me laugh, I'm tired of trying so hard.
I know the math, so just ask me your question.
I know the answer, just listen to me.
(Instrumental)
What if, for once, you could trust what I know?
Would you die on the spot? Would I stop being hot? Would the whole world explode?
Think what you will of me, and curse all my chemistry, but I think you should know
that it's you that's mistaken, and time ain't a friend when you choose not to grow.
Just make me laugh, I'm tired of trying so hard.
I know the math, so just ask me your question.
I know the answer, just listen to me.
Listen to me.
Listen to me.
Listen to me.
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10. |
Maybe it's Genetic
04:17
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Sometimes I wonder if someday you'll seep out of me.
If I'll wake up one morning unable to get out of bed.
I think about it when I think about drugs and cigarettes and Diet Coke.
I think about it when the sadness won't leave my head.
Cuz maybe it's genetic, and I'll be losing my mind,
cuz there's something in my DNA that's being unkind.
So don't you try to love me, cuz it ain't worth your time.
Might be my mother's girl and once I've seen the world, I'll stop running and I'll lose my mind.
Sometimes I wonder if you did it, without warning this time.
And every time I see his name on my phone, I think you must be dead.
I've been grieving for a long long time, and mom I can't decide
if when you're gone I'll finally feel free, or just angry instead.
Cuz maybe it's genetic...
(Instrumental)
Sometimes I wonder if I push all the good ones away.
Like I'd rather keep it all in my head than mess up somebody's life.
I think about it when I think about kids, and what it really means to love.
I'm scared of falling behind, all alone, trying to make everything right.
Cuz maybe it's genetic and I'll be losing my mind.
Cuz there's something in my DNA that makes me unkind.
So don't you try to love me, cuz it ain't worth your time.
Might be my mother's girl and once I've seen the world, I'll stop running and I'll lose my mind.
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Somewhere
04:36
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I wanna be somewhere I'm wanted
I wanna be somewhere I'm free
I wanna take down, drag out, knock off all the dirt that's got ahold of me.
I wanna wake up Sunday morning with only you to do.
I wanna keep myself real busy just forgetting all the stupid things that made me blue.
After years of traveling town to town, fighting wars inside my head
I wanna settle onto solid ground, give my notice to the steering wheel, and plant some seeds instead.
I wanna show up on your doorstep, drop my troubles on the floor.
I wanna come home to your loving arms teaching me exactly what my love is for.
(Instrumental)
After years of traveling town to town, fighting wars inside my head
I wanna settle onto solid ground, give my notice to the steering wheel, and plant some seeds instead.
I wanna show up on your doorstep, drop my troubles on the floor.
I wanna come home to your loving arms teaching me exactly what my love is for.
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