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It was the age of self diagnosis
We were so liberal with our doses
Self important and indignant
Crashing cars our dads taught us to drive in
In the time between degrees and employment
We were in no hurry for its procurement
Were told "to be part of something"
More than this job I hate
More than this debt that won’t go away
And so I made myself scum
To make myself someone
Who's experienced every failing
And could then explain oblivion
And it’s been gnawing at my brain
If you knew, what I knew when it started
It never would have started
If you knew, that you never should've bothered
You never would've bothered
In this world that's constantly changing
If you're not improving, you're fading fast
That's all I wanted to do
Then I met you
So if you think you're too drunk to call me
I'm probably too drunk to fall asleep
And when you're in that state
Do you hate me? Do you blame me?
Cause it’s been gnawing at my brain
If you knew, what I knew when it started
It never would have started
If you knew, that you never should've bothered
You never would've bothered
Now I’m switching to light beer
To make my twelve beer affairs
A slightly smaller ordeal
Do you hate me? Do you blame me?
Cause it’s been gnawing at my brain
If you knew, what I knew when it started
It never would have started
If you knew, that you never should've bothered
You never would've bothered
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Embarrass You (Live)
04:12
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I'm getting flashbacks to prom
Out in Chad Van Dyke's bush
Oh, weren't we all once that young
Before the clockhands took what they took But my hands grip 'round the threads
Of that still-born drunk dream
But you're way past that now
Except you're still stuck with me
It must be hard to watch the ones you love fuck up for fun but it's worth it
It must be hard to watch the ones you love fuck up for fun but it's worth it
I'm sorry I embarrassed you I want to change
I'm sorry I embarrassed you I want to change
I'm sorry I embarrassed you I want to change
I'm sorry I embarrassed you I want to change
I'm in a room with your mom
After a Christmas parade
I'm burnt-out and staggered
Occupying some out-of-mind space
And I'm a big disappointment
Well, that's only half true
Half of me is a party
And the other half's letting down you
It must be hard to watch the ones you love fuck up for fun but it's worth it
It must be hard to watch the ones you love fuck up for fun but it's worth it
I'm sorry I embarrassed you I want to change
I'm sorry I embarrassed you I want to change
I'm sorry I embarrassed you I want to change
I'm sorry I embarrassed you I want to change
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Sweet Fade (Live)
02:23
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Hey baby I'm in pieces
I'm a pop cliché
I'm fiberglass, I'm smashed
I'm human waste
I've been staying in on weekends
I've been sleeping late
I've been learning how to love
Fading away
Hey baby I am speechless
No words to spray
I am stunned beyond belief
I'm shit for brains
I've been sinking into nothing
And it feels okay
I've been learning how to love
Fading away
Hey baby I am blankness
I'm a sunless day
I am void of girth and ghost
I'm empty space
I am colourless and tasteless
I have no face
I have finally learned to love
Fading away
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Hangover Sex (Live)
04:28
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That spring you finished your degree
And mine was still incomplete
You moved into that house on Bathurst St
And I moved in with my parents
I said, "Don't worry, I'll make the journey
Up Hwy 8 to the 401, down the 427
To the Gardiner Expressway
I'll make it every seven days"
Those weekends spent in the backyard
Under a sky with no stars
And you drank wine, and I drank rye
I said, "Someday I'll take you away from this
Someday we won't be so helpless
Someday I'll fly you to Paris
And you'll drink wine, and I'll drink rye"
But every Sunday you'd start to cry
Said, "Don't leave me in this city
I'm so lonely, I know nobody"
I'd wipe the hair out of your eyes
Smile and tell you a bunch of lies
Of how September would be better
But now I'm in Toronto
And my degree's still incomplete
I can't afford to eat
I can't buy you wine, can't afford rye
I said, "Someday I'll take you away from this
Someday we won't be so helpless
Someday I'll fly you to Paris
And you'll drink wine, and I'll drink rye"
But every time it starts raining
I remember dancing with you to Bobcaygeon
And when I think back on those days
I remember your summer skin colour
Your sun squint smile
Your long blond hair
Rolling down your shoulder
And I say, "Someday I'll take you away from this
Someday we won't be so helpless
Someday I'll finish college
And you'll drink wine, and I'll drink rye"
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For You, For Me (Live)
03:40
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This was supposed to be the summer
That they write pop songs about
Halcyon days and Ray Ban shades
No sky has known a cloud
But it rained
And it poured
And I was not equipped to face the storm
And I know or I should have known
This wasn't my puddle to drown in
I should have given you the space
To mull and wade around in
But I stuck out my hand
When you weren't ready to stand
I can't be there for you
The way you want me to
But can I be there for you for me
I loved you when I left you
When you needed me the most
I wanted you inside me
But you didn't let me close
You were too weak to take the wheel
So I wouldn't let you man it
But what you won't let me live down is
When you suffered's when I panicked
But could I ever admit it?
I never wanted to neglect you
I might have been the opposite
I was determined to protect you
I want to give you all of me
How's that not what you need
I can't be there for you
The way you want me to
But can I be there for you for me
Just say "you're right I can't understand"
I can't be there for you
The way you want me to
But can I be there for you for me
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Two bottles of Saint and Sinners wine
I missed the train, but hey, ain't that divine
My friend Joe's got his truck, he's right on time
A can of Busch in the console at his side
Picked up Melissa at some bar on Dundas Street
Went to the Cameron and you drank too much it seemed
Might have been all that dingy alley weed
Didn't notice when you got up to leave
Held back your hair
Dropped you off at your porch and left you there
I know it stings but if only you could see
That when you met me I wasn't who I seemed Barely conscious and dancing lucidly
To some cover band killing Bruce Springsteen
You said you never were this way with other guys
But I was manic and didn't mind the lie
Your friend was put off, well maybe she was right
Maybe she saw the madness in my eyes
What you might not know
A couple weeks after we made out at that show
I thought you were an angel I could talk to in the shower
Covering myself in soap under the hospital cameras
Posing in the raw like an ancient God
I thought I was God, I really thought I was God
And you probably liked the confidence I emitted
Or how I kissed you on the floor in the Horseshoe's basement
I thought you were a shapeshifter, I was totally lifted
Saw a million women in you every time we connected
You were a phantom were a spirit I was holy high
And I fell asleep beneath you buried in your thighs
You blew smoke rings in your bedroom from a wooden pipe
I drifted off completely I was holy high
I was bushed, and I was batty, in a different place
I was convinced I was cemented in a sacred space
But when the medicine kicked in
It cut the light from my face And we haven't spoken since
So if you hear this, I hope you understand
I was a very ill and very disturbed man
The time we had was a farce, a sleight of hand
Dancing wildly to that Springsteen cover band
But if there's parts of you that years later still ache
Just know you made me wild and kept me safe
I hope that now you're in a better place
In a better place, you're in a better place like I am
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Literary Selves (Live)
04:07
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She said, “I swear I’m there
I’ll go ’til you go”
She said, “I don’t care, but you wouldn’t dare
If you knew what I know”
She said “I’m just south of Queen St
Watching high-heeled girls dry heave
Trust me, that’s been me
Nights like these, I wish that was me”
She said, “Meet me at the bar with the bar rail deals
For around 30 bucks we can forget ourselves
And after a few more rounds pretend we’re each someone else
Like if you’ll be my Gatsby, I’ll be your Daisy”
At the end of the night she said
“This ain’t the end of the night”
She said, “Put me in a cab, drive me around”
Looked up with her sad brown eyes and said
“I want to see your place
See what a disgrace you live in”
She looked at my house, at my book shelf
And laughed at my lame literary self
She said, “Meet me underneath your bed sheets
And for around an hour and a half we can act like we aren’t lonely
And after you fall asleep I can disappear in the streets
Just like you’re my Gatsby, and I’m your Daisy
And you can end up hating me, use me in one of your stories
And justify to yourself why you had to go through such hell
And you can put me up on your bookshelf”
She said, “I think you think you’re just as reckless as me
And that I’m everything that you need
I think you’re just as pathetic as me
And everything that I need”
She said, “If you’ll be my Gatsby, I’ll be your Daisy
If you’ll let me, I could be the death of you”
And I said, “I’ll be your Gatsby, if you’ll be my Daisy
I’ll let you be the death of me”
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