I Saw Someone Die in Sudbury, ON
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โฑ๏ธ 6:57 duration
๐ ID: 21665109
๐ Lyrics
I'm drowning in the parcels
This house is full of angry faces
Faces that look beat-up in the sun
Faces her fear of being less than one
My room is a nest full of angry wasps
Smaller than my hometown sea
Change me like a broken knee
And that room is getting smaller
Crashes all around me and it's breaking down the windows
While the cat is on the loose
I'm drowning in the parcels
In the cardboard of your eyes
I'm drowning in the parcels
In the cardboard of your eyes
It's not like you
Sunglasses on the table
I'm takin' out a clipboard
I'll do it this time, I wasn't kidding
I'll draw up your blueprint
And I'll do whatever else you ask
I'm taking out a clipboard and I'm starting a museum
Of every moment that led me to this point
I'm suspicious of new cars and I'm distrustful of old expressions
In a frustrating blaze of self-pity
I start to repeat myself over and over again
But do you remember how we used to run?
I take it out on people that are cutting logs and
I walk all over eggshells and they tiptoe round mine
But I've changed a lot since then, I take that cardboard to the face
I take a break to see what new bones I can age
Like a stove out in the rain, like my oil getting changed
Like a gift from my preteen self
And your uncle breaks my oven
On this late night talk show I spill my personal history
I told Johnny Carson about my divorce
I told Seth Meyers about my brother's dead horse
I told them I made this place for lovers
That I picked these apples for God
That everything I did was in the name of self-help (Now we're one)
I went to church, I went to the last operating Blockbuster (Now we're one)
I admitted to trampling dreams of burning cornfields (Now we're one)
I admit to worshipping whatever breaks the most of my belongings (Now we're one)
I'm still drowning in the parcels (Now we're one)
In the cardboard of your life (Now we're one)
While my gem moved out west (Now we're one)
And that room keeps getting smaller (Now we're one)
I return to my old corner shop (Now we're one)
Looking for one last pack of smokes (Now we're one)
I reach my hand out and touch the door (Now we're one)
Like a sailor seeing television (Now we're one)
For the very last time (Now we're one)
But the store was closed on Sundays
Human, human
Human, human
Human, human
Human, human
Human, human
Human, human
Human, human
Human, human
This house is full of angry faces
Faces that look beat-up in the sun
Faces her fear of being less than one
My room is a nest full of angry wasps
Smaller than my hometown sea
Change me like a broken knee
And that room is getting smaller
Crashes all around me and it's breaking down the windows
While the cat is on the loose
I'm drowning in the parcels
In the cardboard of your eyes
I'm drowning in the parcels
In the cardboard of your eyes
It's not like you
Sunglasses on the table
I'm takin' out a clipboard
I'll do it this time, I wasn't kidding
I'll draw up your blueprint
And I'll do whatever else you ask
I'm taking out a clipboard and I'm starting a museum
Of every moment that led me to this point
I'm suspicious of new cars and I'm distrustful of old expressions
In a frustrating blaze of self-pity
I start to repeat myself over and over again
But do you remember how we used to run?
I take it out on people that are cutting logs and
I walk all over eggshells and they tiptoe round mine
But I've changed a lot since then, I take that cardboard to the face
I take a break to see what new bones I can age
Like a stove out in the rain, like my oil getting changed
Like a gift from my preteen self
And your uncle breaks my oven
On this late night talk show I spill my personal history
I told Johnny Carson about my divorce
I told Seth Meyers about my brother's dead horse
I told them I made this place for lovers
That I picked these apples for God
That everything I did was in the name of self-help (Now we're one)
I went to church, I went to the last operating Blockbuster (Now we're one)
I admitted to trampling dreams of burning cornfields (Now we're one)
I admit to worshipping whatever breaks the most of my belongings (Now we're one)
I'm still drowning in the parcels (Now we're one)
In the cardboard of your life (Now we're one)
While my gem moved out west (Now we're one)
And that room keeps getting smaller (Now we're one)
I return to my old corner shop (Now we're one)
Looking for one last pack of smokes (Now we're one)
I reach my hand out and touch the door (Now we're one)
Like a sailor seeing television (Now we're one)
For the very last time (Now we're one)
But the store was closed on Sundays
Human, human
Human, human
Human, human
Human, human
Human, human
Human, human
Human, human
Human, human
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:28.97] I'm drowning in the parcels
[00:33.38] This house is full of angry faces
[00:38.74] Faces that look beat-up in the sun
[00:44.33] Faces her fear of being less than one
[00:49.48] My room is a nest full of angry wasps
[01:00.66] Smaller than my hometown sea
[01:06.42] Change me like a broken knee
[01:11.37] And that room is getting smaller
[01:23.02] Crashes all around me and it's breaking down the windows
[01:28.06] While the cat is on the loose
[01:33.20] I'm drowning in the parcels
[01:38.17] In the cardboard of your eyes
[01:44.33] I'm drowning in the parcels
[01:48.96] In the cardboard of your eyes
[01:55.86] It's not like you
[02:08.21] Sunglasses on the table
[02:16.89] I'm takin' out a clipboard
[02:20.44] I'll do it this time, I wasn't kidding
[02:27.92] I'll draw up your blueprint
[02:31.67] And I'll do whatever else you ask
[02:38.72] I'm taking out a clipboard and I'm starting a museum
[02:44.93] Of every moment that led me to this point
[02:48.24] I'm suspicious of new cars and I'm distrustful of old expressions
[02:53.03] In a frustrating blaze of self-pity
[02:55.79] I start to repeat myself over and over again
[02:59.89] But do you remember how we used to run?
[03:02.49] I take it out on people that are cutting logs and
[03:05.46] I walk all over eggshells and they tiptoe round mine
[03:08.86] But I've changed a lot since then, I take that cardboard to the face
[03:12.63] I take a break to see what new bones I can age
[03:16.24] Like a stove out in the rain, like my oil getting changed
[03:19.34] Like a gift from my preteen self
[03:21.82] And your uncle breaks my oven
[03:23.57] On this late night talk show I spill my personal history
[03:25.68] I told Johnny Carson about my divorce
[03:30.60] I told Seth Meyers about my brother's dead horse
[03:33.94] I told them I made this place for lovers
[03:36.60] That I picked these apples for God
[03:38.87] That everything I did was in the name of self-help (Now we're one)
[03:41.56] I went to church, I went to the last operating Blockbuster (Now we're one)
[03:45.07] I admitted to trampling dreams of burning cornfields (Now we're one)
[03:48.37] I admit to worshipping whatever breaks the most of my belongings (Now we're one)
[03:52.03] I'm still drowning in the parcels (Now we're one)
[03:54.10] In the cardboard of your life (Now we're one)
[03:55.73] While my gem moved out west (Now we're one)
[03:57.50] And that room keeps getting smaller (Now we're one)
[03:59.32] I return to my old corner shop (Now we're one)
[04:01.43] Looking for one last pack of smokes (Now we're one)
[04:03.54] I reach my hand out and touch the door (Now we're one)
[04:06.04] Like a sailor seeing television (Now we're one)
[04:07.61] For the very last time (Now we're one)
[04:11.36] But the store was closed on Sundays
[04:54.18] Human, human
[05:04.56] Human, human
[05:15.59] Human, human
[05:26.57] Human, human
[05:37.65] Human, human
[05:48.68] Human, human
[05:59.84] Human, human
[06:10.82] Human, human
[06:22.12]
[00:33.38] This house is full of angry faces
[00:38.74] Faces that look beat-up in the sun
[00:44.33] Faces her fear of being less than one
[00:49.48] My room is a nest full of angry wasps
[01:00.66] Smaller than my hometown sea
[01:06.42] Change me like a broken knee
[01:11.37] And that room is getting smaller
[01:23.02] Crashes all around me and it's breaking down the windows
[01:28.06] While the cat is on the loose
[01:33.20] I'm drowning in the parcels
[01:38.17] In the cardboard of your eyes
[01:44.33] I'm drowning in the parcels
[01:48.96] In the cardboard of your eyes
[01:55.86] It's not like you
[02:08.21] Sunglasses on the table
[02:16.89] I'm takin' out a clipboard
[02:20.44] I'll do it this time, I wasn't kidding
[02:27.92] I'll draw up your blueprint
[02:31.67] And I'll do whatever else you ask
[02:38.72] I'm taking out a clipboard and I'm starting a museum
[02:44.93] Of every moment that led me to this point
[02:48.24] I'm suspicious of new cars and I'm distrustful of old expressions
[02:53.03] In a frustrating blaze of self-pity
[02:55.79] I start to repeat myself over and over again
[02:59.89] But do you remember how we used to run?
[03:02.49] I take it out on people that are cutting logs and
[03:05.46] I walk all over eggshells and they tiptoe round mine
[03:08.86] But I've changed a lot since then, I take that cardboard to the face
[03:12.63] I take a break to see what new bones I can age
[03:16.24] Like a stove out in the rain, like my oil getting changed
[03:19.34] Like a gift from my preteen self
[03:21.82] And your uncle breaks my oven
[03:23.57] On this late night talk show I spill my personal history
[03:25.68] I told Johnny Carson about my divorce
[03:30.60] I told Seth Meyers about my brother's dead horse
[03:33.94] I told them I made this place for lovers
[03:36.60] That I picked these apples for God
[03:38.87] That everything I did was in the name of self-help (Now we're one)
[03:41.56] I went to church, I went to the last operating Blockbuster (Now we're one)
[03:45.07] I admitted to trampling dreams of burning cornfields (Now we're one)
[03:48.37] I admit to worshipping whatever breaks the most of my belongings (Now we're one)
[03:52.03] I'm still drowning in the parcels (Now we're one)
[03:54.10] In the cardboard of your life (Now we're one)
[03:55.73] While my gem moved out west (Now we're one)
[03:57.50] And that room keeps getting smaller (Now we're one)
[03:59.32] I return to my old corner shop (Now we're one)
[04:01.43] Looking for one last pack of smokes (Now we're one)
[04:03.54] I reach my hand out and touch the door (Now we're one)
[04:06.04] Like a sailor seeing television (Now we're one)
[04:07.61] For the very last time (Now we're one)
[04:11.36] But the store was closed on Sundays
[04:54.18] Human, human
[05:04.56] Human, human
[05:15.59] Human, human
[05:26.57] Human, human
[05:37.65] Human, human
[05:48.68] Human, human
[05:59.84] Human, human
[06:10.82] Human, human
[06:22.12]