1. |
Flight Risk
02:58
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You've been keeping love notes, all the hearts you broke,
Cuz you always keep the best and now you've left us with the rest, well,
I’d feel embarrassed, that though you’ve been so cherished,
All you’ve got to show for it are all these little paper bits.
I’m selling things off,
I wanna get lost.
I’m packing boxes cuz
You’re checkin’ boxes.
But my head don’t work that way,
You ask, are you ok?
I’m never not ok. I’m never not ok.
Everything you touch, you leave in worse shape.
I have been so bent, something’s gotta break.
My shins are all spangled black and blue
From when I hit the ground, but I’ve caught up to you and…
I’m selling things off,
I’m gonna fuck off.
I’m packing boxes cuz
You’re checkin’ boxes.
But I don’t wanna live that way
We’ll find another way
I’m never not ok, you’re never not.
Sunk cost don’t mean much to me…
I’ve gotta clear you out,
You’re gonna clean me out.
I’m burning pictures,
I’m burning letters.
I’m packing boxes,
I’m packing boxes.
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2. |
Way Up
03:15
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I’m in the elevator
I’m on my way up,
Up to your door, flat 839.
I took a pill
Was hard to swallow,
Doors close around us all the time.
Don’t worry bout me I’ve booked in with the doc today,
Sometimes
Sometimes…
For equal parts happy
I am terrified
Every step closer I move away
from someplace else
Between a hard place
Once I got there I couldn’t stay
Don’t worry bout me I’ve booked in with the doc today
Sometimes…
I’ve been down on my knees, hold my breath through the pain
Sometimes…
Oh this friendly disease, making foes of my friends again
Don’t worry bout me I’ve booked in with the doc today
Sometimes you’ve gotta go where everyone knows your name.
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3. |
Tourist
01:55
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Let me run off and lick my wounds
When you get me good I’ll never show it
But you’ll smell the blood soon
You better leave me alone.
Do you really wanna know?
You’re just a tourist here.
You want the answer.
I don’t owe you that.
Let me run off and lick my wounds
No betadine, no pain relief
You wanna stick your fingers in and dig
I won’t let you close
Do you really wanna know?
You’re just a tourist here
You want the answers
But I don’t owe you that
So let me run off and lick my wounds...
It's not safe outside for me.
You salted them, I need them clean.
It's not safe outside for me.
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4. |
Control
02:39
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I don’t wanna be angry,
Inside it makes me feel ugly.
And you can’t make me feel nothing
Without my say,
Without my buy-in.
I don’t like to keep secrets
They only end up in regrets
But no one can make me keep nothing
Without my say,
Without my buy-in.
I’ve been spiralling out
I’ve been sick with doubt
And I can live without.
Cuz I don’t wanna be angry,
Inside it makes me feel ugly.
And no one can make me feel nothing,
Yeah no one can make me feel nothing.
Oh why would anybody wanna hurt me?
Haven’t they seen me fight dirty?
But I ain’t really gonna do nothing
I’ll do no harm
It’s so much effort…
Sometimes I feel like shit
But I’ll just sit with it
You learn to live with it…
I don’t wanna be angry
Inside it makes me feel ugly
And no one can make me feel nothing
Yeah you can’t make me feel nothing
You can’t make me feel nothing at all.
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5. |
YEG
03:07
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Though at times it gets the best of me,
I’m still stomping around the Y-E-G.
And when I almost hop that train,
The warmer air comes around again.
Gutters bleed with springtime melt
& I play the cards that I am dealt.
It’s not my choice but if I had to choose
I’d spend a bit more time with you.
The city here’s where we first met
And I’m not through with here just yet.
Enjoy each other while we’re around
Where I was born, my stomping grounds.
And even when we only have us,
That’s more than some people get.
When I’m alone, no need to fuss
It’s more than some people get
I’m not the type, but if I had to bet
That's more than some people get.
I’ve seen so many buildings come and go,
Stood above the bridge and I walked below.
Ive seen her pretty and I’ve seen her mean,
If you look around you’ll find some scenes.
All I’ve loved & what I abhor,
I’ll always find what I’m looking for.
And even when we only have us,
That’s more than some people get.
When I’m alone, no need to fuss
It’s more than some people get
I’m not the type, but if I had to bet
That's more than some people get.
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Tepid Spring Edmonton, Alberta
Formerly known as "al3x4" (she/they).
A lil computer virus you downloaded unknowingly to your hard drive, corrupting
all yer memories with melodic woe.
Emerging songstress who weaves tongue-in-cheek lyricism into ubiquitous narrative- revealing a capricious, yet intimate, frame of reference.
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