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Notes on a Physical Form
02:52
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Broken mirror, on a wall
A list of faces, I can't recall
Stuck in this body, I didn't choose
To be a player, but still I lose.
When will I be free again?
When will i be me again?
When will I be free again?
When will i be free?
Broken mirror, on a wall
I feel excluded, I feel so small
And all my clothes don't, seem to fit me right
And all my bones feel, pressed up inside.
When will I be free again?
When will i be me again?
When will I be free again?
When will i be free?
If I could float away
If I could drift away
If I could fuse myself to someone else
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2. |
Regrets
04:27
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My body is an instrument that I can't figure out how to play
I keep fumbling at the chords and all of my strings are frayed
When I look in the mirror, I see my own face
I see the bags under my eyes and start to count up the ways
I would change myself but I'm just so confused and afraid
I think I'm stuck in the middle
I guess I'm lost in the haze
I've been attracted to men as long as I can remember,
That doesn't prevent me feeling like an imposter
Or feeling like I wasted all my teenage years and early 20s
Caving in to compulsory heterosexuality.
I have a lifetime of regret (lifetime of regret)
Lying to myself's at the top of the list
I have times when I forget (times when I forget)
That being queer is powerful and that's what I am
And it has taken some time
To hold my head up with pride
To look myself in the eye
When I come home at night
And I wouldn't be the man I am,
Without my friends beside me
And I'll never repay all of my debt,
But I give love back to them with interest.
I have a lifetime of regret (lifetime of regret)
Lying to myself's at the top of the list
I have times when I forget (times when I forget)
That being queer is powerful and that's what I am
Being bisexual used to mean to me,
I didn't think I fit in with anyone
Being bisexual's just a part of me,
And I won't be ashamed.
I have a lifetime of regret (lifetime of regret)
Lying to myself's at the top of the list
I have times when I forget (times when I forget)
That being queer is powerful and that's what I am
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3. |
Losing Ground
05:06
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There's a different version of me,
That's going to do everything I've said I will
Be less of a disappointment
He's going to be real good with money
Be proactive and happy
I just haven't gotten round to meeting him yet
And I know (I know)
That I'm losing ground
And I can't make it back
I'm still so fucking sad
And I'm so cold (so cold)
The chilblains in my hands
Are more than I can stand
I lost myself again.
I'm counting hours again
And it makes me feel so selfish
Which only ends up making me feel worse
For feeling this bad with no reason
I'm my mother's child
Her love and disease fill me
And I'm scared that we'll both burst.
And I know (I know)
That I'm losing ground
And I can't make it back
I'm still so fucking sad
And I'm so cold (so cold)
The chilblains in my hands
Are more than I can stand
I lost myself again.
Baby (baby) there's no good way to save me.
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4. |
Flowers
03:21
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I've been finding my playlists dwindling
I've been finding my heroes have been found out
And all the men we looked up to at sixteen
Were playing martyrs but we see that they're monsters now
And you can't hide behind self deprecation
To cover cracks that expand into canyons
You'll be judged not by words, but by actions
You talk about spine as if you ever had one.
And now there's flowers on my arm,
Where your lyrics used to be
The only cover up you managed to achieve
And we'll throw away all of your records,
Your t-shirts and posters too
Till all that's left are covered up tattoos.
So I say fuck these self-loathing bastards,
We all see you, we see that you're cowards now
We'll rally round all the people that you hurt
Lift up their voices so loud you can't drown them out
We'll start our own bands and hold ourselves up to
A higher standard than the bar that you set for us
We'll take you down, we'll destroy the whole pedestal
Piece by piece we will grind all of the rot to dust
And now there's flowers on my arm,
Where your lyrics used to be
The only cover up you managed to achieve
And we'll throw away all of your records,
Your t-shirts and posters too
Till all that's left are covered up tattoos.
We won't forgive
We won't forget
We won't forgive
And as time goes we won't forget
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Losing, the last of what's left of the sunlight
Drinking in parks in the summertime
Escaping our lives for a little while
'Cause our lives are more than a nine to five.
Smoking, a shared cigarette just to catch our breath,
Outside the bar to escape the noise
You sat on my knee like a statuette
Of a tiny bird larger than life
And I hope, when I look back for the better times
When I'm old and reflecting on my whole life
At that stack of photographs in my mind
That I see my friends in the summertime
That I see my friends in the summertime
That I see my friends all the time
There's not a single piece of flat ground in this town
I'm always straining my legs up hill, or I'm skipping down
On my way to have one beer at your house
I never use my handbrake so I'm wearing my clutch out,
Yeah I'm wearing my clutch out
All that, all that I want to see when I die, is all of my friends in the summertime
Yeah all of my friends all the time.
And I hope, when I look back for the better times
When I'm old and reflecting on my whole life
At that stack of photographs in my mind
That I see my friends in the summertime
That I see my friends in the summertime
That I see my friends all the time
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