Introverted Romance In Our Troubled Minds-LYRICS

TENNESSEE

i've got affection to criticize, monogamy to abhor

a cold heart and an altered state of mind

and baby you're just what i'm looking for

because we'll go to sleep when we're dead

and i'll quit when i'm 25

but now i'm feeling indestructible

aimlessly alive

greedy minds think alike

great artists, narcissistic

it seems like you fucked up down this road before

but you know me, i'm pessimistic

the elusive or the primitive divine

i'll go wherever it goes

butterfly guts on the windshield

cigarette smoke out the window

i've got a mental image of the way you used to look at me

baby, lets push our limits

i've got a west coast heart and an east coast mentality

baby, lets push our limits

i've got a racing mind and enough gas to get to tennessee

baby, lets push our limits

i've got a west coast heart and an east coast mentality

baby, lets push our limits tonight

WE'D NEVER AGREE

it happened a week ago tonight

fuzzy frankness, under the unsightly yellow lights

and the display of your seemingly submissive heart

it's always over before it fucking starts

and i'm not one to gush, i'm not prone to sensitivity

we just wedge 3,000 miles or that i've got my whole life ahead of me

and maybe you're just wary or maybe i am just naive

but we'd never agree

we yield to a feared and fateful clash

or heartache or overwrought whiplash

and these roles develop circumstantially

you'll be my fodder, i'll be your reverie

and i'm not one to gush i'm not prone to sensitivity

we just wedge 3,000 miles or that i've got my whole life ahead of me

and maybe you're just wary or maybe i am just naive

but we'd never agree

and maybe it's my fault, i can't cut the tie, i'm a masochist

60 hours, chased around and one elusive sidewalk kiss

and i'm not sure what i expected, but i couldn't bear to hear that this

is something you won't miss

HAIL MARY

we ride on the aftermath

as a subtle way of looking past, we neglect our instinct

and we live by the light of day

to alleviate my own dismay i detain the process

and everybody sounds their best

its the highbrow stream of consciousness

in a looming prime

depending on the absence or the distance all the time

love like intuitive alarm

a hail mary or a good luck charm dangled to clasp our interest

and our faith lies in the deprived unknown

you know that no one want to be alone, die young or impure

and everybody sounds their best

its the highbrow stream of consciousness

in a looming prime

depending on the absence or the distance

and its a sad decline

introverted romance in our troubled minds

a trying pine

depending on good fortune or coincidence all the time

INCOHERENT LOVE SONGS

the same hair color, the same tattoos

you've got unlimited resources or nothing to lose

you make a choice and you were always afraid of dying

and i know i've been distant and i've filled you with doubt

but i've been heartbroken and i figured out

we all make a choice and i've never been afraid of dying

but its fine because i'm already hardly alive

and keep on holding on, hostile or withdrawn

its our will, our way, live through it everyday

and i don't really care to stop it because we've

brought it all on ourselves for so long

and it helps us to remain valiant

harboring affection, you pull me in too deep

just for female attention or some form of relief

and we'll just come back, we're always ashamed of trying

its all so familiar, all of this pent-up regret

behind last night's mascara and 10 dollar bets

that you knew you'd lose, but you've never been ashamed of trying

the same apprehension, the same subtlety

its been 3 years and you still tread on me

its not a choice, its a struggle to stay conscious

some romantic metaphor, its an uncanny sign

baby, i'll be your muse if you'll always be mine

we spell it out in incoherent love songs

AUGUSTUS

augustus, you keep fooling me

i have these wry epiphanies, like i could change

the excess or auxiliary

we fuck it up with envy and accost in vain

every word the same

the impending truth of our wellborn youth

the subsequent or the demise

to praise or to antagonize, it all sounds the same

the arrogant teenage prestige

seems like such a distinctive breed

disheveled fame taking steady aim

on cerebral wealth, or my own personal hell

and i put down the pen, a disjointed rebirth

of celebrities among the scum of the earth

and you look back confused you know that i will be there too

augustus, you keep fooling me

i have this sensibility i can't suppress

and we carry such a heavy burden

with every vulnerable word we can't express

and there's nothing to lose

when there's no room to move

and the frivolity is a temporary haven

like what we're drinking or what record's playing

LIKE HOW YOU ARE

you're pretty in the kind of way the compliance is dull

nerves in our subversive brains

you'd think that we don't believe anything

shoved at us as an artless fact

ideal or dressed to a T

and that's not to say that you aren't pretty

because you're beautiful to me

we don't grow well

when we huddle in groups and we cry all the time

and we obstruct the emphasis on routine days

and i don't really care about the future

i care about what keeps you away

and i choose to acknowledge anger when no one's ready to listen

like at these ostentatious parties

and i'm half-drunk in this crowded kitchen

and i yell 'you're a fucking hypocrite,

you wear your fear under your makeup'

being passive or being hostile

its good to smile to avoid the closeup

its a violent incentive, i just jerk you around

and you're always disappointed, we both feel tied down

its an eternal conundrum, why we do what we do

and we always discontinue what we don't misconstrue

TANGIBLE ROMANCE

the beat gets loud as the lights start fading

frustration seems so hard to blame

simple-minded, small-minded, what's the difference anyways?

like its my fault this all seems so set in stone

and its your fault that we're both drunk alone

active minds enduring every idle day

you wake up happy only if you want it that way

its autumn and 80 degrees

this good mood's right in front of me

like a couple of beers in good company

but your vacancy ignites me

you choose peril to just feel justified

its inconspicuous in your unashamed eyes

and in these pensive bathroom moments, you turn it up and think

'i could die tonight if he'd just talk to me'

if you found someone out on the road

you'd take it as a confident sign

and if i found someone down in florida

it wouldn't be the first time

its like when romance became so tangible

or when cynicism became so lovable

we depend upon these memories of content

and we'll lose this love without our own consent

the beat gets loud as the lights start fading

and all i see are brown eyes through petty faces

TONIGHT

i said just go again

maybe i'm too ambiguous, the supreme subject of your distress

and its not so hard to aloof

brain on my sleeve, this abrupt mess that i get into

we go on all the time

maybe its hard today but its still better than the rest

when we're both so far away

i'm stuck with a depleted brain or a heart repressed

and i wish you were here with me

because i'd hide behind you shamelessly

atleast tonight

i said just stay a while

maybe you appear stoic or more stable than i could admit

florescent margins, we're born on edge

formally brain dead

we reside behind, forget ahead

you won't, you won't, you'll never say

what you're thinking about most everyday

and your function masks your sentiment

your laugh conceals your discontent

THE CYBORG

i won't know the score when the sedative stains

nothing enthralled me before

but glimpses of love or disdain

but i don't wanna live forever

i'm not looking for relief

i don't wanna live forever

you apprehension is what's bringing you peace

i drug you into this mess

and now i push you away

3 years if varnished distress

polarize delight or dismay

habitual contempt, to animalistic lust

i could hardly wash it down by the slow, dauntless dusk

ZOROASTER

i bet you thought you'd die before you'd see the day

when i'd adher to these trite, tender cliches

like you and me, we've been through everything

why we deny this pattern or what underlies

teenage southern comfort, penitent goodbyes

and my laments always sound like lullabies

its how our heart's contrived, to hang heavy

we get caught up all drenched in misanthropy

disagreeing just to disagree

and either i'm sadistic or they fall in love too easily

but its not redlight love

its not the grief that forces succumb

its not cold night love

its not the strain that forces us numb

i know that you'll believe me, that i meant no harm

your empathetic discourse is like an inner alarm

that you and me always end up back in each other's arms

it's our tender, tenacious hearts

they hang heavy

SORE SUBJECT

like a helpless captive, a distraught midwife

like a libran husband and a capricorn wife

i turn to wine and whiskey and these cryptic songs

maybe i'm passive aggressive or maybe i'm wrong

but don't go yet, old lipstick, old cassettes

clutter the carpet where my futile head rests

and i'd explain it, but i've long-since dismissed

the thought of vitality, you'll get nothing out of me

but don't go yet

and like a sore subject, objective pursuit

like a fearful me or an asinine you

and we avoid eye contact as i'm just dragged along

maybe i should just grow up or maybe i'm wrong

as soon as my eyes avert, more skin of alabaster

you don't warn me before, you just devastate me after

and like a dangling noose or like an endless sea

we both know how to love and i think you owe more to me

TROUBLED MEDIUM

hollowed out between the places to go

there might be something there but you know i don't know

and i think we both find comfort

in the reckless exterior

because its 3 a.m. again and we're both still awake

our senses shut off for simplicity's sake

we both have a way with words but the silence sounds much better for tonight

i'm sorry for the mess, you see my mind is somewhere else

we revel in obscurity, surmount when we dwell

now you're making coffee in an unfamiliar house

indulge in frailty, looking for a way out

and temperance engulfs your mind everytime our aversion intertwines

it's early morning and we're both wide awake

kind of nostalgic but clearly a mistake

we connect through detachment

we prosper in a troubled medium