1. |
Skip Town
03:39
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Hey, wanted to say I’m just passing through,
And I’ve had my eyes on you
For a while now,
And I’m just about to skip town.
So stay with me
For a minute.
I’m Losing sleep
I’ll admit it.
Just tryna be
Analytic.
Oh maybe
It’s crazy
I’m spacy,
Nice to meet ya.
Hey Lady
In waiting,
I’m sayin
I’d complete ‘cha.
Oh baby,
A safety
Your taken?
Yeah I knew that.
I’m hating
Your dating
This Ape-y
Braindead gymrat.
So stay with me
For a minute.
I’m Losing sleep
I’ll admit it.
Just tryna be
Analytic.
Oh maybe
It’s crazy
I’m spacy,
Nice to meet ya.
Hey Lady
In waiting,
I’m sayin
I’d complete ‘cha.
Oh baby,
A safety
Your taken?
Yeah I knew that.
I’m hating
Your dating
This Ape-y
Braindead gymrat.
Hey, wanted to say that I’ll miss you
After going off to school.
Come and sit down
‘Cause I’m just about to skip town.
So stay with me
For a minute.
I’m Losing sleep
I’ll admit it.
Just tryna be
Analytic.
Oh maybe
It’s crazy
I’m spacy,
Nice to meet ya.
Hey Lady
In waiting,
I’m sayin
I’d complete ‘cha.
Oh baby,
A safety
Your taken?
Yeah I knew that.
I’m hating
Your dating
This Ape-y
Braindead gymrat.
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2. |
Not Your Boyfriend
03:39
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I'm not your damn boyfriend.
I don't care where you've been.
I'm not your attention slave.
I don't want to play your game.
I can see through this charade.
I feel as if I'm getting played.
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3. |
You Catastrophe!
03:56
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See the cracks
Of old mount doom.
Burning smells
Of cheap perfume.
Oh what hell
Is coming soon?
Just might be
A little screwed.
Everything is going wrong
Oh what did I do?
I will never see the dawn
Say goodbye too soon.
Everything is going wrong
Oh what did I do?
I will never see the dawn
Say goodbye too soon.
Oh you catastrophe!
Angels march in twos and threes.
Oh, god from the machine!
Would have been the end for me.
Oh you catastrophe!
Angels march in twos and threes.
Oh, god from the machine!
Would have been the end for me.
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4. |
Magic 8-Ball
03:38
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Guess today just came and went
Sink away in Wet cement
Promise made but never meant
Wash away the time misspent.
I don’t know what else to say
Live tomorrow, die today
50,000 shades of grey
Promise that I’ll be okay.
Every late night phone call,
Every crushed receipt,
Ask my magic 8 ball
What not to repeat.
Saw you glance away one time
In a long grocery line.
You were talking with some guy
Tell me, did he spent the night?
Every late night phone call,
Every crushed receipt,
Ask my magic 8 ball
What not to repeat.
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5. |
What Do I Feel?
02:01
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Not gonna miss ya
What more can I say?
It it clear
That we’re not gonna date.
Oh wait
What more could I say
For a chance
That you’d actually stay?
It would go so well
Oh so well…
What do I feel?
It it love
Or ever-lasting hate?
Oh Your the best kind
Of classic cliche
For a guy
Who does not wanna change.
Oh hey
What more can I say
Than “were done”
do I need to explain?
It would be like hell
Just like hell…
What do I feel?
It it love
Or ever-lasting hate?
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6. |
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Is this a test?
Sure it happens to the best.
Sacrificial dove,
Or maybe superficial love.
Try to stay tough,
But I’m never good enough.
Am I out of luck,
Or will I find strength from above?
In rose tint
things will all turn out okay.
One minute
Memories dull and start to fade.
In rose tint
I always know what to say.
One minute
Memories dull and turn to gray.
Think I need help
Feeling sorry for myself.
This is getting rough
Swear that I have had enough.
Where’d I go wrong?
Been saying this all along.
Knees turning to chalk
Can we please just sit and talk?
Is it too late?
Is it too late?
Is it too late?
Is it too late?
In rose tint
things will all turn out okay.
One minute
Memories dull and start to fade.
In rose tint
I always know what to say.
One minute
Memories dull and turn to gray.
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7. |
Absolute Bare Minimum
03:59
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Sorry I’m not him
Sorry that I will forgive, but can’t ever forget
Sorry this is it
Sorry that we weren’t ever any more than friends
Sorry I’m the absolute bare minimum.
Always staying in your orbit;
Your own personal moon.
Never claiming I was perfect,
revolved right around you.
Now I see that it was worthless,
Makes me feel like a tool.
Never got me past the surface;
Shallow end of your pool.
Sorry I’m not him
Sorry that I will forgive, but can’t ever forget
Sorry this is it
Sorry that we weren’t ever any more than friends
Sorry I’m the absolute bare minimum.
Sorry I’m not him
Sorry that I will forgive, but can’t ever forget
Sorry this is it
Sorry that we weren’t ever any more than friends
Sorry I’m the absolute bare minimum.
Sorry I’m not him
Sorry that I will forgive, but can’t ever forget
Sorry this is it
Sorry that we weren’t ever any more than friends
Sorry I’m the absolute bare minimum.
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8. |
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Smoking for the aesthetic
Let the Memories fade to ash.
Saying that you’ll forget it
When it’s buried in the past.
You don’t fit in
Neither do I.
Staying thin
Is how you hide.
Don’t listen to them,
Give it a try.
Kill your self
From the inside.
Smoking for the aesthetic
Let the Memories fade to ash.
Saying that you’ll forget it
When it’s buried in the past.
They just don’t get it
The face you hide.
When the sun sets
You start to fly.
Suck the smoke in,
It’s the last time.
Your next of kin
Lets out a sigh.
Smoking for the aesthetic
Let the Memories fade to ash.
Saying that you’ll forget it
When it’s buried in the past.
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Skim Pine Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
Alternative/indie solo project of Matthew McQuistion
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