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by Mackenzie Keefe

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released 25 December 2014

Artwork by Lena Melillo

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Track Name: The Town You Called Your Own
I wear a sweater in the fall,
To cover all my aching skin,
And I grew a beard in the spring,
So everything could itch within

All that comes around goes back around and back around until the sound is deafening

I belong in a different bed,
To rest my head drowned in her warmth,
And I've never fallen down this deep,
But I get to keep all of the sores

All that comes around goes back around and back around until we're down and back for more

Ticket stubs and butchered hugs are the lifeblood of the sick,
I'm not dying yet but I admit I've got a case of it

She kissed me once when she was drunk,
Called it bad luck and drove me home,
Now I can't sleep til I regret,
The pillow's wet with dial tones

All that comes around goes back around and back around except the town you called your own
Track Name: Semper Fi
Patch up the morning, in the morning comes a bigger disgrace,
Last night was easy you received these million compliments in change,
But in the morning, it's all riding on how she closes the door to put on her face,
If she resents you, or attempts to, there's a crew on center stage

You go to take a breather in your bimmer everything is sure to heal,
A song comes on in summer that was bitter in the winter it makes you feel,
All along it's been a long and lonely journey to a stable state,
In two weeks time it's lost its shine the pedestals you've built are sure to break

Tonight if I die, if I die, tell me why,
Three songs a day kept the women away, and take me home

Pour a glass of fireball and chase it with some ethanol it's good to feel that kind of warmth,
When you sense your stomach's bleeding worry about your hair receding first,
I am not a fireman I can't reach out for your burning hand, your house engulfed in flames,
But if you want to be that way I'll sit right here and wait to take your name

Tonight if I die, if I die, tell me why,
Three songs a day kept the women away, and take me home

You, semper fi, semper fi, tell me why,
Three songs a day won't take me away into your home
Track Name: Housewives + Morticians
When a fire burns it takes a while to douse it into smoke,
My grandfather turned eighty-three rotations before he choked,
And never looked at anyone besides his own

Maybe that's why you couldn't find a different route than to run,
But baby could you choose a little faster next time you fly through sons,
Of housewives and morticians

How can we sleep like our parents do?
I used to think I could marry you

If I passed away, I'd watch you at my funeral in what you wore,
And how you felt that day, depending on who my parents picked to mourn,
Would you dance on my grave? Could I eat the grass you tore?

How can we sleep like our parents do?
I used to think I could marry you
Track Name: There's a Joke // Fatal Lie
There's a joke somewhere in here that I don't feel like making,
We're alone in a basement that we've no point to stay in,
I could hold your weak and brittle bones to rust in the fall

I would kneel to a master if I thought that I had one,
But the deal never lasts unless I catch rhododendrons,
And return them to their rightful owner's grave and watch them sprawl

Fatal lie, I walked up the east side,
To find shelter in shopping malls

Strung out and dried, depleted of an eye light,
I believe in love after all

There's a joke somewhere in here that I don't feel like making,
We're alone in a basement that we've no point to stay in,
I could hold your weak and brittle bones to rust