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met a girl here i like a lot
and we did a little something in the parking lot.
started fast. started up the car.
start to drive but we don't get far.
she said she never met a man like me so
i never really a fear that she'd go.
you never really know the time you leave here
until you're plugging and expired meter.
been throwing punches. you know i'm sick of it.
you're throwing punches now. feels good to take a hit
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i wasn't ready back then to be the boyfriend you want.
but i'm not just yet to see you move on.
so i'll pretend and say i'm happy that you found a new man.
i wish the best for you and him and all that crap
pretend to cheer you on rah rah rah rah.
i get a funny feeling in my stomach when i think about you.
take everything i say and hold it to a grain of salt.
and yeah i know that i'm afraid of plans. it one of my faults.
but i just needed you to know because you're going away
and if you wanted me... i think i could wait
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i still care for you or maybe i don't want you to get over me.
something's wrong with me because i regret saying please get over me.
i need to have what i already had.
when they start to leave,
all my self-confidence leaks all over me
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i really wish that i could die well before you do.
you see, in my heart i know that i would miss you more than you would miss me
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everybody else is boring.
everybody else has weak ankles.
and nobody else can tolerate my change needs as well.
ohno! did i screw myself again?
ohno! is it to late to fall in love with you again?
nobody has your smile.
nobody has your hysteric laugh.
everybody else all looks the same but you're not coming back.
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oh saint paul, hear my prayer.
give me the strength to see her.
greeting went well, handshake was fine.
don't have any flair? you can have mine.
let's go downstairs, let's sing some songs.
let's all pretend that nothing is wrong.
you smile and you say, "i'm happy you came."
and i'm feeling faint, because my body is drained.
at least i stayed awake.
oh saint paul, it's almost done.
this house is filled with poison.
i'm happy you had a drink in your hand
because when you're drunk you less attractive.
an easy excuse but whatever helps
to bury the nail in convincing myself.
he looks good but i looked better
next to you in my holiday sweater
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i'm starting to get stressed but i'm trying not to care.
like the pain that's in my knee, i ignore it's there.
i'm trying to limp and i tell the world i'm fine.
i'm that guy.
i'm trying to unplug as many chords out from my wall
cause every one of them is just another chain to pull.
i'm trying to live free. i'm surfing my wi-fi.
i'm that guy.
you swear off everything because your parents tell you to
but instead what you should do is make repentance work for you.
if you're given second shots i would shank the first one wide.
i'm that guy.
you have your faith in god and i think that's great.
it's comforting that i'm not the only one with mistakes.
but i don't need a lie to make my world defined.
i'm that guy.
i want to cry. i just don't know why.
if there was a girl and she fancied you
and in some twist of fate i found that i fancied her too,
i would be the first to leave you far behind.
i'm that guy.
just because we kiss doesn't mean that we're in love.
my body has some needs and you're available.
you're pretty all around, but i don't want your mind.
i'm that guy.
i have a million thoughts and i try to write them down
but some of them get lost. few of them get found.
but rarely do i sing every honest thought of mine.
i'm that guy.
i try to edit things i say so i come across
as the man the marketing company wants a showcase of.
it's just a sleight, illusion, a trick inside your eye.
i'm that guy.
the truth is hard to swallow so you better start to chew
just because you start to choke doesn't mean i'll rescue you.
i'm mean, i'll help you if i can... unless i'm occupied.
i'm that guy.
i'm acting like i've got a tiger by the tail
and i just can't let go because it's just gonna kill
so i just start to spin. i'm a hypocrite. i lie.
i'm that guy
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you call me up and tell me you're mine.
no strings. yeah, you don't mind.
and i know i'm using you as a crutch,
but you're guilty just as much.
give me what i ordered: a commitment disorder.
give ourselves a label to make this impulse stable.
i never really wanted to feel
like i do, when i'm sick.
i'm as good as what my record says
and it says that i should quit
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these songs were recorded in my bedroom. cover art by emily kalwaitis
released December 19, 2008
all songs written and recorded by ame
