miss softee / disaster room

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1.	miss softee 02:59	lyrics
can't see past my gate the world is way too big maybe i just won't relate to you there's the ice cream truck driving down the street ice cream man, how do you pretend to be so sweet? i hear your distant hymn drawing the whole street in birds bathe in the dirt and i thought i'd sleep in swinging from the branch of that willow tree i fell down and scraped my knees you watched me bleed i felt the whole world shake when you came laughter echoes from the slide by the trees
2.	disaster room 02:38	lyrics
making messes just to clear my head i can’t sleep if i can’t see my bed cluttered papers, pamphlets i’ve been fed throw it all under the rug instead empty bottles next to my bowl of quarters and dimes made a pathway from the door to my pillow, but where are you? sleepy-headed as i look around conscious as my head begins to pound i can’t sleep if i can’t get around these piles of clothes all laying on the ground mismatched socks hanging from the drawer dusty guitars abandoning their stands relentless tired hands got no fucking plans disaster room making messes just to clear my head i can’t sleep if i can’t see my bed