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Correct Beach Life-in-Death Lyrics
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Correct Beach Life-in-Death
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Part I Last night I drove to Harper's Ferry and I thought about you There were signs on the road that warned me of stop signs The speed limit kept decreasing by ten As we entered a town about halfway there It was almost raining at the train station We put our hoods on our heads at the train station We threw rocks into the river The river underneath the train tracks And when the train came it was so big and powerful When it came into the little station I wanted to put my arms around it But the conductor looked at me funny So we had to say goodbye and leave The Monopoly board still in the backseat Took that nightmare left turn to get out of town Ran into the decreasing speed limits again What should I do? (Eat breakfast) What should I do? (Eat lunch) What should I do? (Eat dinner) What should I do? (Go to bed) Where can I go? (Go to the store) Where can I go? (Apply for jobs) Where can I go? (Go to a friend's) Where can I go? (Go to bed) I wrote "Beach Death" when I thought you were taken I wrote "Beach Funeral" when I knew you were taken I wrote "Beach Fagz"—well it wasn't about you But it could've been, well no it couldn't have I spent a week in Ocean City And came back to find you were gone I spent a week in Illinois And came back to find you were still gone I pretended I was drunk when I came out to my friends I never came out to my friends We were all on Skype And I laughed and changed the subject She said, "what's with this dog motif?" I said, "do you have something against dogs?" (That didn't happen... Oh God) I am almost completely soulless I am incapable of being human I am incapable of being inhuman I am living uncontrollably It should be antidepression As a friend of mine suggested Because it's not the sadness that hurts you It's the brain's reaction against it It's not enough to love the unreal I am inseparable from the impossible I want gravity to stop for me My soul yearns for a fugitive from the laws of nature I want a cutscene, I want a cut from your face to my face I want a cut, I want the next related video I don't want to go insane I don't want to have schizophrenia The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed over your grave Part II Last night I dreamed he was trying to kill you I woke up and I was trying to kill you It's been a year since we first met I don't know if we're boyfriends yet Do you have any crimes that We can use to pass the time I am Running out of drugs to try and I We said we hated humans We wanted to be humans We said we hated humans We wanted to be humans Get more groceries, get eaten Get more groceries, get eaten Get more groceries, get eaten A book of Aubrey Beardsley art corrupted me in youth Now I'm trapped inside my youth And you're in love with late-stage youth Thank god for the little things and, and Fuck god that they're little things I am Running out of prayers to sing and I And pretty soon you'll find some nice young Satanist with braces and one capital "o", significant Other And you can take him home to your mother And say "ma, this is my brother" We said we hated humans We wanted to be humans We said we hated humans We wanted to be humans Get more groceries, get eaten Get more groceries, get eaten Get more groceries, get eaten By the one you love When they put their lips around you You can feel their smile from the inside Part III Last night I dreamed he was trying to kill you I woke up and I was trying to kill you Your ears perked up, I perked up when your ears perked up You were all looking around and I hoped it was for me I hoped you were using your sonar systems for me The ancients saw it coming You can see that they tried to warn them In the tales that they told their children But they fell out of their heads in the morning They said sex can be frightening But the children were not listening And the children cut out everything Except for the kissing and the singing When they finally found their home At Walt Disney studios And then everyone grew up With their fundamental schemas fucked But there are lots of fish left in the sea There are lots of fish in business suits That talk and walk on human feet And visit doctors, have weak knees Oh please let me join your cult I'll paint my face in your colors You have a real nice face I had an early death The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave (How's your face? How's your body?) The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave (We're too scared to do shit!)
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