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Spitting Contest
03:31
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No highs, no lows
Brick wall under my clothes
Flatline, goddamn
I'm afraid of who I am
It's so hard to remember when
or what it felt like
There's a point of surrendering
my mind to your mind
Am I living a double life?
Don't chew me up
I've already been spat out
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2. |
Red Overcoat
03:58
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I didn't want this to end but it did
I didn't want to see your eyes struggling
to find the part of my face that still cared
I left it all in the bed we shared
I climbed a mountain in a sweater and jeans
I thought that it would make me stronger but no
it seems that I am weak around you
Bodies can't withstand falling through
The void that we make
when we hurt each other
inconsideration
I'm not okay, I'm okay
I didn't think that I'd watch you get drunk
clinging to me in your red overcoat and it stunk
of my cigarettes I gave you like a valentine
whiskey slowing your perception of time
I know my mother didn't raise me like this
but every choice I make is a hit or a miss
I missed when I swung at the sun with my bare hands
Now all I have is a burn
She says she's gonna punch me in the face
when she sees me again
But the knuckles don't taste so bad
Just take another swing at me, my friend
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To My Right, I Am Wrong
04:46
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She only cries when it is over the phone or on a Monday
The hypnotizing weeks have laid claim to her skin from the summer
My god my god, am I that scared?
You ripped out my brain, left it right there
To my right, I am wrong
My pulse is skipping along
I can remember when I wanted to live alone
My heart is the nail in your palm
Today I will get by with caffeine and a smile if I'm lucky
Her lack of sleep it kills her, but my lack of sleep is what will fuel me
My god my god, are we that old?
My mother used to laugh and hold me
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SUPERSTAR
04:05
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I can't fall asleep anymore
I'm waiting for the Almighty Lord on the sidewalk
to convince me that the cross I bear is more than worthy
"Baby" I can't call you that if you hate me
Because lately I've been changing
I understand you don't like this new idea of me
But I do
realize how hard it is to process the things we do
to keep ourselves alive or at least feel that way
It's true
I remember how I used to write all the best songs for you
But I think this one's for me
You're not the one to blame
I admit I've been playing games with my feelings
I want to feel it all and not be held accountable
for the indignant yelling, story-telling
of a timid boy who gave out all his empathy
like it was something that would cure his
self-obsessed ideology
But I do
realize that it's all just progress
the things we do to convince ourselves
we feel alive in a world that's become untrue
I remember how I used to write all the best songs for you
But I think this one's for me
I'm sorry for my unoriginality
When the light goes down I swear it eats me
Archetype after archetype after archetype
Hello, universe, can you love me?
Can you love me? Can you love me?
So I can leave you
I can't spend time with you now
I'm trying to reach for the stars in my headspace
I'm a superstar, yeah, don't you know I'm a superstar
I'm a superstar
I'm a motherfucking superstar
I'm a superstar
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COYOTE HOTLINE Boston, Massachusetts
Coyote Hotline is the solo project of 21-year-old multi-instrumentalist Graham Crolley.
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