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I See You
02:24
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I’ve learned that not all things are like they are portrayed.
Two days feel like two years and my memories start to fade.
Staring at the ceiling for too long that I can’t sleep.
Looking out the window as the stairs start to creak.
I see you in everything, cold as winter, foggy as spring.
I hear your voice everywhere, turn around it’s gone like air.
It sends a chill up my back when I see your eyes.
Hallucinations in my head, filled with lies.
When I’m gone all this time, only you goes through my mind.
Can’t remember old friends’ names - all new visions take the blame.
I see you in everything, cold as winter, foggy as spring.
I hear your voice everywhere, turn around it’s gone like air, oh.
I see you in everything.
Of all the people I know, some old and some are new,
Get so accustomed, I can’t remember you.
Your name is in my head: a shadow in the dark,
Seen, hardly visible. Shiver when we’re apart.
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2. |
Ego Hungry
04:40
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I met you on the Ides of March: the night that my life bloomed.
We were sitting close on the couch, drunk in the living room.
I thought you were kinda cute, but I wasn’t in love yet,
‘Til we spent a week in West Branch and made love under my bed, baby.
But you knew I was damaged and it didn’t change your rules.
I let you take a part of me and now I’m stuck playing the fool.
‘Cause you’re ego hungry and touch starved,
Feeding off my hopeful heart.
You call yourself an actor, so play my part.
It’s too late now, you’ve already left your
You left your mark, babe.
Used to apologize all the time, even when I was right.
I knew that I had to step aside for your spot in the light.
You told your friends I was kinda cute, but you knew just where you stood.
Besides, a man who lets his own folks pay his rent is still lost in childhood.
I had considered you my best friend, with me through all our lows,
But the first time I’m happy you jaded it with high school shit you can’t let go.
‘Cause you’re ego hungry and touch starved,
Feeding off my hopeful heart.
You call yourself an actor, so play my part.
It’s too late now, you’ve already left your
You left your mark, babe.
You found out I can sing and you don’t like that.
I can wear my own ring but you don’t like that.
I say “I love you” and you don’t like that,
Startin ta hate ya - you know I tried my best.
But you’re ego hungry and touch starved,
Feeding off my hopeful heart.
You call yourself an actor, so play my part.
It’s too late now, you’ve already left your
You left your mark, babe.
‘Cause you’re ego hungry and touch starved,
Feeding off my hopeful heart.
You call yourself an actor, so play my part.
It’s too late now, you’ve already left your
You left your mark, babe.
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3. |
The Man
04:23
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I want a man who speaks to me through the means of creativity.
I want a man who inspires me, who knows who he is and who he wants to be.
I need something better than this.
If that can’t be you then I hate to say you will be missed.
‘Cause I need a man who heals my soul; at the end of the night comes home and packs a bowl.
I need a man who’ll keep me warm in the cold; who’ll lie on the floor listening to songs new and old.
I know that’s what I deserve.
The rude things you say they’re starting to get on my last nerve, yeah
I want a man who’s worth a third verse, who makes my life better - not worse.
I want a man who heals, not hurts.
Who’s not gonna waste my time, yeah that would be a first, oh!
Go, go, go, get the fuck out!
Go, go, go, get the fuck out!
Get the fuck out of here,
Get the fuck out if you can’t be the man.
I want a man who will eat pizza in his car and look at the stars.
I want a man with twenty dollars he can spare, here and there.
I want a man who knows what the fuck I mean when I say “major one to flat three”.
I want a man who will buy me flowers and treat me right and who’s kind to me.
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4. |
Honey
04:45
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Her emerald green eyes set forest fires.
Her soft lips tell me to run for my life.
She says one thing but does another.
The touch of her hand keeps me up at night.
I treat her like a queen, but to her I’m a peasant, you see.
I know a girl and she’s sweet like honey.
Gives me chills when she speaks my name.
But her waters run deep and she thinks it’s funny
When I’m on the scoreboard of her twisted game.
Too much of a good thing turns it bad;
Death by chocolate sure ain’t a myth.
Yeah, I should’ve read that warning label
‘Cause her candied poison has me feeling sick.
I’ve seen her at the worst of times, but with her friends she can’t look in my eyes.
I know a girl and she’s sweet like honey.
Gives me chills when she speaks my name.
But her waters run deep and she thinks it’s funny
When I’m on the scoreboard of her twisted game.
I know a girl and she’s sweet like honey.
Gives me chills when she speaks my name.
But her waters run deep and she thinks it’s funny
When I’m on the scoreboard of her twisted game.
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5. |
The Hypocrite
03:48
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Only if we were closer, maybe then I could explain
What I’ve been meaning to say because I’m tired of playing games.
I don’t think you understand that this is all for you:
Every second, every word I speak, and everything I do…
I do it for you!
I’ve been wondering, yeah, what’s on your mind?
Trying to make sense of what I’m feeling inside.
And I’ve loved you so long, but the timing was wrong.
Starting to think I should call it quits.
If I can’t be your girlfriend, then I’ll stop playing pretend.
I want your love like a hypocrite.
I’m starting to realize that you may feel this, too,
But when I look in the mirror all I see is electric blue.
I don’t think you understand that what we have is deep.
Conscious confusion - I’m so tired I can’t sleep.
You make my love feel cheap!
I’ve been wondering, yeah, what’s on your mind?
Trying to make sense of what I’m feeling inside.
And I’ve loved you so long, but the timing was wrong.
Starting to think I should call it quits.
If I can’t be your girlfriend, then I’ll stop playing pretend.
I want your love like a hypocrite.
All I need is verbally for you to speak your love to me.
I see it now, it’s in the cards: the four of coins, the king of hearts.
With lips unsealed, the truth’s revealed, the veil torn off...
Now spin the wheel, ‘cause I want something real!
I’ve been wondering, yeah, what’s on your mind?
Trying to make sense of what I’m feeling inside.
And I’ve loved you so long, but the timing was wrong.
Starting to think I should call it quits.
Oh, baby, if I can’t be your girlfriend, then I’ll stop playing pretend.
I want your love like a hypocrite.
I’ve been wondering, oooh, what's on your mind?
The hypocrites, the hypocrites...
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6. |
The Villain
03:13
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I found your letter in the closet a couple months ago.
Every day I think it over - it’s what’s kept my vibe so low.
I’m losing sleep - can’t help but think of all the times I wronged you so.
Yeah I’m afraid I fucked you up more than I’ll prolly ever know.
I lost a friend, I lost a good friend. Someone who really cared,
Who reached out despite the words in flight that I unfairly shared.
I lost myself in all the revenge and in shame I tried to say
That you were the villain, but you were a player in the game.
Back in high school I thought I was mature beyond my years.
But looking back, I only see that I was guided by my fears.
I let myself’s untreated mental health decide the way I dug you: into a ditch!
I left the fish washed up and covered in the mud.
I lost a friend, I lost a good friend. Someone who really cared,
Who reached out despite the words in flight that I unfairly shared.
I lost myself in all the regrets and in shame I tried to say
That you were the villain, but you were a player in the game.
Yeah you weren’t the villain, you were a player in the game.
No you weren’t the villain, you were just a player in, a player in, a player in the game.
Ooooh, oooh, ah
You know, I haven’t wrote a love song since the one I wrote for you.
And it’s a shame, ‘cause I have much more now that I’m afraid to lose.
I hear a voice saying I’m too intense, I’m an over-the-top being.
Now I’m ashamed of feeling love, of feeling pain, of feeling anything.
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7. |
Ships
03:30
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Came here to tell you but it’s not easy as it seems.
A deer in headlights, I’m just trying to please you.
Forgot to tell you that I’m not here to stay.
And tell you that I could walk away.
Sailing closely, we are ships in the night.
Buried in black, I’m waiting for you to find me.
I’m always thinking ‘bout the world on my feet, yeah.
Tripping in the cracks of the side streets, oh,
Thinking no one will notice if I just walk away.
You only hear whispers when I’m not here to stay.
Sailing closely, we are ships in the night.
Buried in black, I’m waiting for you to find me.
Sailing closely, we are ships in the night.
Buried in black, I’m waiting for you to find me.
Find me, oh.
Find me, oh.
Find me, ooooh. (Buried like ships in the night.)
Find me, oh.
Sailing closely, we are ships in the night.
Buried in black, I’m waiting for you to find me.
Sailing closely, we are ships in the night.
Buried in black, I’m waiting for you to find me.
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8. |
After the Rain
05:18
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After the rain I sip wine at my table.
Feel no pain - couldn’t if I was able
‘Cause I’ve realized my life’s not a movie.
The director, he can sue me ‘cause I’m not his actress.
I feel real, I feel real,
I feel calm as I’m connected to the August end of summer’s set,
The pools within my heart.
I feel real, I feel real
I feel cool as I’m surrounded by the city square, Ann Arbor’s air,
September’s lonely start…
After the rain I take the keys and I lock my door
On the way to see the boats out on the harbor,
And I realize no one’s really watching.
We’re all the river’s carbon copies and we’re trying our best.
I feel real, I feel real,
I feel cool as I’m connected to the August end of summer’s set,
The pools within my heart.
I feel real, I feel real
I feel calm as I’m surrounded by the city square, Ann Arbor’s air,
September’s lonely start…
Ohhh, mmm
After the rain falls, the only time I feel, I feel at all.
After the rain falls, after the rain falls, after the rain falls, oh.
After the rain: the only time I’m holy.
Bless this rain. Bottoms up, I’m fading slowly,
And I realize all that really matters when time’s not going any faster is…
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Abby Carpenter Ann Arbor, Michigan
Abby Carpenter is a songwriter, composer, and multi-instrumentalist based in Ann Arbor, Michigan. She started out recording her music on a TASCAM digital 8-track, and has since released two albums with a third on the way. This year Abby is graduating from the University of Michigan with a degree in Music Composition. ... more
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