Lyrics
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Meeting People on the Internet
Fake Roland
I, I want to live in the scene
The one that’s written for you
Where the only player is me
I want to live on the hole in the top of your head
Dressed up in words left unsaid
That’s how I’ll say them instead
You look so inspired.
Is that just the smoke in your eyes?
That’s just the smoke in your eyes
And I hold your hand high
Say your still glad you’re alive
Are you still glad I arrived
You still glad you’re alive?
(she said) Stop and say you’re good night
We’ve become uninspired
With all the pleading and the ghosts
The final lines you wrote
Left us somewhat choked up
And you look so inspired
Is that just smoke in your eyes?
That’s just smoke in your eyes.
You still glad I arrived?
(she said) Stop and say you’re good night
We’ve become uninspired
With all we are (we fell just short of meaningful)
We’re all gonna die
We’re all gonna die
We’re all gonna die
We’re all gonna die
Still waiting for you
To come alive
Yeah you, to come alive
Oh we said it all (fell just short of meaningful)
(…)
Oh I don’t wanna fall down
When I fall down this way that’s when you get me up
I don’t wanna fall down
When I fall down this way that’s when you get me up
So get up, so get up, so get up
We feel used
Just like you want us to
I need more than three dots to hang on to
It goes on and on and on
When i wake up alone
When I wake up this way that’s when you get me off
I wake up alone
When I wake up this way that’s when you get me up
So get up, get up, get up
We feel used
Just like you want us to
I need more than three dots to hang on to
It goes on and on and on
All that you need
It all will fall to pieces
Matchbook Maps
Wait for it.
It comes at you in a wave.
A bloody, boxed-up kiss to your face.
She was blue, white, and red.
With her hair curled tight.
There’s no way you could make it up.
She comes from no time or place.
(If you go, it get’s gone.)
We know,
Ghosts they go and we follow.
(Ghosts say go and you go)
(White cars still drive us…)
Opened your eyes with a big idea
“Let’s start marigold stand.
This baby’s born to break free.”
Six month’s later in a coffeeshop break-up
So cliche you could make it up
She says “Well, baby blink and the line, it don’t lead to me.”
We know,
Ghosts they go and we follow.
(Ghosts say go and you go.)
(White cars still drive us…)
She lives her life in a box marked “Year One”.
A matchbook map of the things we’ve done.
I light one up because it reminds me of you.
Every year I do.
It’s something that I hope you still do.
I can not believe it.
I still remember what you wrote.
It started “Lines get flipped backwards sometimes.
Sincerely,
….”
(If you go it gets gone)
We know,
Ghosts they go and we follow
(Ghost say go and you go.)
(White cars still drive us…
…to New Mexico.)
Bustop
Wait, are you in line
Watching your feet
Move rote in time
With all, all that you know
Tuck behind heads
Moving some place you’ve yet to go.
You stand in your street
You finish one side
They’ll always be one side incomplete
Its the fate of one time one way
Happiness or fear and sorrow
I know why you lay awake at night
I don’t want to live just one way
Tear it down just to beg steal borrow
I know why you lay awake at night
Are you waiting for a riot?
All, take it all when you leave
They’re looking at you
But you’re staring at some place you can’t see
It never can stay
As you move towards this
The other part slowly slips away
Its the fate of one time one way
Happiness or fear and sorrow
I know why you lay awake at night
I don’t want to live just one way
Tear it down just to beg steal borrow
I know why you lay awake at night
Are you waiting for a riot?