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I hate goodbyes.
I finally finished organizing all of my mp3s (alphabetically - I wimped out on the whole 'categorize by genre' thing), and when I was copying files over from CDs I found this song. I don't care what Rappy says, I like the Matthew Good Band.
They beam things into your head
The ghosts of your pleasure and contempt
When we were liars things were seamless
When we were wired the world was like a secret
I close my eyes now and I scream
I turn the light on
And there's nothing left redeeming
I saw your face before it changed
The gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way
So low for how high?
It's too late tonight
And I'm sure you're right
So low for how high?
And after this there's just the circus
And every morning you carney heart stops workin'
It gets tight in there sometimes
Looking for those defects, talking like it's a reflex
I close my mouth now and I scream
I open the door
And there's nothing left redeeming
I saw your face before in rough
You should wait around awhile
'Cause your body's bound to turn up
So low for how high?
It's too late tonight
And I'm sure you're right
So low for how high?