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Slowcore Parking Lot

by Sweatertooth

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1.
Hey Peach!!! I love you so much that I'm flying right over Georgia so we can start the new year with a touch. So sweet, can't wait to feel your skin on the beach! There's no heat on the Great Lakes so we gotta soak it all up and bring it back north with us. I'm writing you this song...some of it may change, but I like where it's going and it's already got a name! And even though I miss you, I'd feel better if you heard this.
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When you saw my state today, did you walk across the street? We were on the side with shade, yet you stepped into the heat. I saw you do it anyway, so are you avoiding me? 'cuz you're the first one to complain about Midwest humidity. There's a light on in your house, but if I ask you won't come out. I'll stand here singing from below 'til you convince me you're not home. The last kiss you got from me landed flat upon your cheek Uninvited, naturally, you never gave one chance to me. And when I'd try to say such things you were never there for me. Allow me just one chance to say I know you know just what I need. There's a light on in your house, but when I call you turn it out. I stand there scheming from below 'til you convince me you're not home. When I saw your face today I started to hyperventilate. This is a more efficient way to give you every breath I take. And, hail to you, I dedicate everything that I create. So who appointed you to be the domineering queen of me?
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Dear Diary, You're the only one still listening. If I fall asleep, whisper something to me. You can't convince me that I'm wrong with the words I fall back on if they're entirely contradictory. I'm in the middle of feeling like I can't do anything right. Dear diary, if you can't protect me, who am I supposed to be? Transparency. Do I make any sense to you? What am I supposed to do? I'm in the middle of feeling like I can't to anything right. I'm in the middle of feeling like... Hiding my face behind a clean slate. The things that I like are lost on you. These three long years, they flew by, and this is all I've got.
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Facedown 04:05
I'll be facedown in the dark on the bathroom floor / and I'll wake up and start feelin' for the door / and when the cops come you can tell 'em to get eaten by wolves / 'cuz where we're going we won't need any extra clothes And you force the pills down with some chamomile tea / I hope you're makin' yourself happy / and your Freudian slip, it kills my sleep / I hope you're happy when I'm gone
6.
You're having visions of some far off city, Romantic with a capital "R", where the puddles are only a part of your imagination, and more pure than the ones outside your apartment. And if you decide to stay, everything here will always be the same, but if you should choose to move, the scene'll move on without you. Please don't give me that, "Remember what you used to say?" crap, or I'm not coming out tonight. Anyway, you know I can't even start to step outside or my shoes'll soak up the rain and then I'll have to wash my feet again.
7.
I have no idea what's going on and I don't much care to know. It's so damn hard to keep up with everything, and I've got so many years to go. There's nothing left here to find. The only discoveries we can make are on the inside. Remember when you thought you knew everything? Turns out everyone knows more. It can be a little more than disheartening when you or no one else can figure out what you're here for. There's nothing left here to find. The only discoveries we can make are on the inside. There's nothing left here to see, and one day this will all just be a distant memory Now that I'm all finished growing up, I have no clue what to do. I put my best effort into all that stupid stuff. Well where the hell was it trying to lead me to? 'Cuz there's nothing left here to find. The only discoveries we can make are on the inside. There's nothing left here to see, and one day this will all just be a distant memory. There's nothing left here to find. The only discoveries we can make are on the inside. And there's nothing left here to do. Our only other option is to make sure we improve.
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I might make a terrible zombie, but I feel dead on the inside. And even if there's a scientific difference, well, I still don't have a life. Last night I stayed awake on coffee and then it quickly became day So I let my shades roll up to lets some light in, but it was all just shades of gray in reply. If you ever have to work the winter weekend nightshift, say goodbye to everyone you love 'cuz they'll all be hangin' out while you're workin', asleep, or vice versa. And I might make a terrible bookworm, but I'm sorting through some shit right now––I'm digging out a place where things are steady where I can plant my feet in solid ground. If you ever have to work the winter weekend nightshift, the only thing you'll ever see is streetlight fighting darkness and a bill stuck to the fridge with some long division tellin' you where to send your whole next paycheck. If you ever have to work the winter weekend nightshift, say goodbye to everyone you love and do it quick 'cuz they'll all be keepin' warm well past the winter solstice and spendin' their holidays like they don't even exist. So I might make a terrible excuse so I could hang out with all of you.
9.
She's comin' over, we'll go out walkin', make a call on the way. She's in the phonebooth that I'm lookin' in, there comes a smile on her face. There's still some of the same stuff we got yesterday. I'm too much with myself. I wanna be someone else. She's too much with herself. She wants to be someone else. So we take off out Fiona's door, walk until it's light outside like before when we were on the phone. We have to laugh to look at each other. We have to laugh 'cuz we're not alone. As the cars fly up king street, it's enough to startle us. I love my drug buddy.
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released September 9, 2013

Written, produced & mastered by Geoffrey Schott

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