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These three songs really move me. I get all emotional. I also relate them, along with all of Straylight Runs's songs, with my Francesca Lia Block books which also make me all cry-like. I would suggest downloading everything by this group. I just love it all.
"Existentialism On Prom Night"
When the sun came up,
We we're sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed,
And we we're dreaming,
There are moments when,
When I know it and
The world revolves around us,
And we're keeping it,
Keeping it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, kill for this
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would...
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything,
we're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would....
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything.
"Now It's Done"
Moving in slow like the smoke from your cigarette,
Every step a closer's a step that we both will regret,
Keeping a tally, but who can keep track?
Your overreacting is taking me back to a time better left alone,
Holding onto the phone,
Holding onto this glass,
Holding onto the memory of what didn't last.
Waiting for better words,
They'll never come.
So dry your eyes,
It's better,
Now it's done...
Keep a tight grip like a child holding onto a swing set,
Waiting and hoping to find what I can't figure out yet,
Please don't unless this is something to me,
Another nightmare instead of a dream,
Better left alone,
Holding onto the phone,
Holding onto this glass,
Holding onto the memory of what didn't last.
Waiting for better words,
They'll never come.
So dry your eyes,
Its better,
Holding onto the phone,
Holding onto this glass,
Holding onto the memory of what didn't last.
Waiting for better words,
They'll never come.
So dry your eyes,
Its better,
Now it's done...
I never lost so much...
I never lost so much...
I never lost so much...
Holding onto the phone,
Holding onto this glass,
Holding onto the memory of what didn't last.
Waiting for better words,
They'll never come.
So dry your eyes,
Holding onto the phone,
Holding onto this glass,
Holding onto the memory of what didn't last.
Waiting for better words,
They'll never come.
So dry your eyes,
Its better,
Now it's done...
"Another Word For Desperate"
And oh, the awkward ways,
That you recoil when I get close,
And oh, the awful grin,
That greets me when I know I'm alone,
So down on hands and knees,
Choking, gasping, dripping spit,
I just can't make good on any of these promises,
Then he asked me,
What does that mean?
What's another word for desperate?
Repetition makes an impression,
What's another word for desperate?
I won't be around here for to very long,
So tip the bottle back,
Bubble foam,
And watch it break,
We can all be sure,
Something awful's coming this way,
So take this medicine,
And measure doses,
Take your time,
Cause they'll tear into you!
They will, they will...
They will, they will...
Then he asked me,
What does that mean?
What's another word for desperate?
Repetition makes an impression,
So what's another word for desperate?
I won't be around here for to very long,
I won't be around here for to very long!
And they'll tear into you,
They will, they will...
They will, they will...
Take it apart!
Let it all go!
Holding it back!
It's all just so..!
Why did I care!?
How did it go!?
Wait for awhile!
And I guess that...!
I won't be around here for to very long!
I won't be around here for to very long!