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Thrift Store Boomerang
03:10
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When you're around, I tend to kick myself to the curb
I pull up my hood, and I stare at my hands 'til they blur
I hang my head, and I root myself to the ground
This raincloud won't stop following me around
I need new guitar strings and a strong drink
I really need to get some sleep
But I stay up late with bike chains rattling
And retrace my steps along this street
But this city, it haunts me
I've dug graves for all our memories
You should have been there for the eulogy
You should have been there for the eulogy
I covered my head at the bar so I could drown you out
I almost asked for a beer so I could drown myself
I covered my head at the bar so I could drown you out
I almost asked for a beer so I could drown myself
But now I try not to cover my head in bars and basements
I'm getting better about scraping my knees on the pavement
But I still can't seem to leave without a painful souvenir
The postcards give me paper cuts, but I still wish you were here
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Public Transit Blues
03:34
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I listened to The Echo and the Light a thousand times
While riding the last bus home for the night
I’d hug my backpack tight, and I’d close my eyes
Hoping maybe I’d at least be home by nine
And I think I miss it
I saved your seat next to mine a thousand times
While soaking up the lights on the humming 25
I was sleep deprived and out of time and constantly preoccupied
By the thought of what it might be like if you sat to my right
And I think I miss it
The morning sun burned my eyes a thousand times
I watched it wake up the rusting Norfolk skyline
I studied strangers’ faces and a thousand dog-eared pages
Wishing I could offer more than sleepy conversation
I escaped to Summer Fences as the frost climbed up the windows
Traced your name in my reflection as I raced the daylight home
As toxins crept into my veins and black ice seeped into my bones
I grew increasingly concerned that I was gonna die alone
I haunted hospitals and lecture halls, a ghost in my own home
I don’t miss burning up my lungs with exhaust fumes and secondhand smoke
And for the thousandth time, I’m sorry for my hazy state of mind
And I apologize and swear that I will make up for lost time
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Karen Estrella Virginia Beach, Virginia
I'm Karen. I'm a singer/songwriter from Virginia Beach, VA. I keep breaking guitar strings because I use stupid tunings. I'm also in a band called Padfoot.
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