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A Whole New Level Of Suck

from The Way The Trees Are by Big City

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I slip through the cracks,
take your hand with a smile
“wake up, wake up, wake up”
My miniature you’d see
if you crawled out your window
Sure it’s cold these days
The cobblestones they rub my cape
I’ve always tried to look like a gentleman

All this and more I thought
while in Belmont Heights
When I found someone with
whom to talk alone
A rustling silhouette
imploring to leave this place

A whole new level,
a brand new day of carelessness
stretches out ahead

The everyday fake fir
Can’t you see that you bore her?
Come on, come on, come on
With marble eyes I try
to teach you from the hourglass,
but it’s like one of these dreams
where I implode into a squeal
and not even I can hear myself scream

All this and more I thought
while in Meigs Field
When I found someone with
whom to talk alone
A rustling silhouette
unable to leave this place

A whole new level,
a brand new day of carelessness
stretches out ahead

I’d love to see your eyes glow
Too bad I’m dead since I don’t know
For now you can ignore me
Tomorrow I’ll slip through the cracks
and take your hand

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from The Way The Trees Are, released May 6, 2013

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