Beautifully Dead (mccloskey, 2002)
You’re beautifully, so beautifully dead
You’re understated and underfed
You’re brilliantly, brilliantly misplaced
You’re fully aware that you’re not awake

You dance in the corner with silhouettes; you’re so beautifully dead
You need a cigarette just to see your breath; you’re so beautifully dead
You’re expanding the field of unconsciousness; you’re so beautifully dead
You’re buried heels over head; you’re so beautifully dead

You’re wonderfully, wonderfully confused
You sleep every night in a body bag for two
You’re cautiously, cautiously immature
You’re fully aware that you’re not for sure

You’re beautifully, so beautifully dead
You took a seven day vacation to lay in bed
You’re brilliantly, brilliantly misplaced
You’re fully aware that you’re not awake…
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A Passing Moment of Thought (mccloskey, 2001)
A passing glance and you’re in focus and I can’t seem to stay in the moment
I went from doubtful to downright certain in the span of fifteen seconds
It’s not an obsession; you’re not a possession
I don’t want to change your world
I just want to keep a little corner of you that no one can disturb

So how could you have lost the one key to my heart?
In a passing moment of thought

We’ll buy house with picket fences, I’ll work from home so we can sleep in
Breakfast in bed, and 2.5 kids, all the things I thought I never wanted
You’re wearing glass slippers, ten carrot fingers
I’m painting halos on your head
I just want to keep that little corner of you that no one can protect

So how could you have lost the one key to my heart?
In a passing moment of thought

You didn’t see me, and now you’re leaving,
You grabbed my heart and walked it out the door
It’s for the better, that I forget her; she walked off with my dream house in divorce
I didn’t want to jade her; I didn’t want to save her
I didn’t want to change her world
I just want to keep a little corner of her that no one can disturb

How could she have lost the one key to my heart?
In a passing moment of thought

I think I’ve lost her…
She’s a passing moment of thought
I think I’ve lost her…
She’s a passing moment of thought
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The Siamese Sisters (mccloskey, 2002)
Hell quickly divides an open mind in two
And either way I look I know that I lose
She’s like a saint and she’s a sinner
I think in love with Siamese sisters
Can they save me from the damage; can they save me from disease?
I’m too proud to walk back home and too foolish take a knee
She’s everything I never wanted

She’s robbing Peter to just pay off Paul
Then she’s all smiles, oblivious to it all
Halos tighten into a skin-tight noose
My neck starts to burn, my neck starts to bruise
Following my heart may be the worst thing I can do
When I’m never really sure exactly who I’m speaking to
She’s everything I never wanted

The bed is too close, across the room is to far
She’s taunting with me like an electric guitar
I’m starting to cough, I’m starting to choke
She’s pushing envelopes right down my throat
I wish I had the nerve to be a little more ambitious
But I really can’t determine what I want in my condition
She’s everything I never wanted

My mind is blistered with two-tongued twisters
I’m so in love with the Siamese sisters
She’s everything I never wanted
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Tuesdays (mccloskey, 2002)
I can’t move forward; I’m frozen with doubt
I can’t stand still I’m sweating it out

Tuesdays get the best of me

I remember each detail so vividly
Drown me in the fountain of forgetfulness
Drown me in the fountain of forgetfulness
You take the bitter with the sour
And then try to kill another hour

But Tuesdays get the best of me

I can’t kill the taste that’s killing me
I’m drowning in the fountain of forgetfulness
I’m drowning in the fountain of forgetfulness
Mix your alchemy and turn me to gold
Or take me home and get me stoned
I’m dying for something new to breathe

When Tuesdays get the best of me

So drown me in the fountain of forgetfulness
I’m drowning in the fountain of forgetfulness
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Let-me-go-or-let-me-in (mccloskey, 2002)
You’re looking for a needle in a mountain of needles
The only cross you bare is broken
You’re your own refugee, an asylum from me
The only heart on your sleeve must be stolen

I’m hanging in the wind, let me go or let me in

You’re a two-headed monster clawing at my back
Scratch the surface with a thousand excuses
Grappling hooks in long sleeves and a heart that’s diseased
I didn’t know I had so many bruises

I’m hanging in the wind, let me go or let me in

Knee-deep enamored in self humiliation
And you’re content to sit and watch me bleeding
I should have come; I could have come: I could have been the one
Who got away from your frenzied feeding

I’m hanging in the wind, let me go or let me in

Filter out the negative and siphon up yourself
Are you a breather just because you breathe in?
Absolutes don’t exist; moderation is bliss
Now that you’re sleeping in the house of convenience

I’m hanging in the wind, let me go or let me in
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Custody of the Truth (mccloskey, 2002)
All this silence can turn deadly
All this silence can be bittersweet
All this silence can be deafening
When you decide that it’s yours to keep
I don’t think that you’re malicious
I don’t think that you don’t care
It just feels like you are indifferent
And I don’t think that you’re fully aware

I want to take a trip but can’t afford the ticket
I can’t decide if I did or I didn’t
I’m apprehensive and so overly suspicious
My ambition gets more manic by the minute

It’s killing me, Is it killing you?
If you walk then you lose custody of the truth…

You put a mile between us
I know that sounds terribly cliché
But happiness isn’t happiness
There’s no punch line on April fools day

I want to take a trip but can’t afford the ticket
I can’t decide if I did or I didn’t
I’m apprehensive and so overly suspicious
My ambition gets more manic by the minute

It’s killing me, Is it killing you?
If you walk then you lose custody of the truth…

Indifference can be contagious
When it’s in its early stages
When I try in vain to get through to you
And you say you haven’t thought it through

I know right now that I’m left for dead
With a million and one things left unsaid
A million and one things I can’t prove
When I don’t have custody of the truth
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Everybody’s Sorry… (mccloskey,2001)
Give me a lie that I can swallow
Or pretty distortions that I can follow
Just any little thing to make it through the day
A disposable photo from a disposable camera
A disposable feeling on a disposable landmine
A thousand little things that you can never explain

I’m sorry, you’re sorry, everybody’s sorry
Everyone’s has an excuse
I lost my faith in faith
Where does that leave you?

When you open up your mind to speak,
Could you be a little more discreet?
You don’t need to martyr yourself for sincerity
Paralysis by analysis
The thought of it just makes me sick
This time won’t you save me the analogy?

I’m sorry, you’re sorry, everybody’s sorry
Forgiveness isn’t absolute
I lost my faith in faith
Where does that leave you?

I drive past my murder scene
I know his name I know the street
I thought ignorance was bliss but it was just a landmine
I have a thousand lines to disentangle
They’re coming all at me from different angles
And I’m really not sure which is yours and which is mine

I’m sorry, you’re sorry, everybody’s sorry
There’s no one left to persecute
I lost my faith in faith
Where does that leave you?
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Misdirected Karma (mccloskey, 2002)
Stop defining, stop designing, stop dissenting, stop inventing,
No consent, no restrictions, no reparations, no revisions

It’s all misdirected karma

Stop confining, stop denying, stop assuming, stop exhuming,
No borders, no limitations, no sanctions, no expectations
It’s all misdirected karma
Stop analyzing, compromising, immunizing, romanticizing
No perfect state. no perfect color, no perfect circle, no perfect lover

It’s all misdirected karma

I can’t build a bridge to you if I’m putting up bigger blinds
So start building a bridge to me, one word at a time
Stop persisting, stop resisting, stop conceding, stop the bleeding,
No campaigning, no elections, no persecutions no resurrections
Stop rewriting, stop igniting, stop diluting, stop polluting,
No critiques, No retribution, no stupid games, no revolutions

It’s all misdirected karma
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Standing on Shoulders (mccloskey, 2002)
Standing on shoulders for a better view
I didn’t realize that I was stepping on you
You were the one who was there all along
I made the right decision but what if I’m wrong

You fell in love with the premise on opening night
You were naïve as a deer caught in theatre lights
You don’t know what love is, I don’t know what love is
I made the wrong decision but what if I’m right

Everything flows backwards in numberless dreams
I can see the all lines I was once reading between
I know you were the one who was there all along
I made the right decision but what if I’m wrong
You were the only one singing my song
I made the right decision but what if I’m wrong

You don’t know what love is, I don’t know what love is
Standing on shoulders is not where I belong
I made the right decision but what if I’m wrong
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Even if… (mccloskey, 2001)
Paint it any color that you want,
In smaller case letters or a completely different font
No one can interpret a connection amputated
Words are running wild but get lost in the translation

So sing me to sleep with your lullabies
And then tell me that you love me even if it’s just a lie

If it’s all a series of distractions till I die
Why am I staring at a clock that I can set my heart by
So I look into your eyes and I pray for reinvention
And I slowly realize that you’ve diverted my attention

So sing me to sleep with your lullabies
And then tell me that you love me even if it’s just a lie

Not a single wasted movement’s lost on me
I see little things in you that I used to see in me
But there’s no point in dissecting things that can’t be simplified
Just tell me that you love me even if it’s just a lie…

Sing me to sleep with your lullabies
And then tell me that you love me even if it’s just a lie
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Third State of Mind (mccloskey, 2002)
You’re beautiful but rarely seen
Camouflaged, obscured to me

I’m mapping a maze
Then erasing the lines
Waiting in vain for your third state of mind

Invisible but so real to me
I’m biding time impatiently
Untainted eyes are colorblind
They’ll wait for you in black and white

I’m mapping a maze
Then erasing the lines
Waiting instead for your third state of mind
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One Last Time Again (mccloskey,2001)
Blood’s pounding in my temples and salt’s burning in my eyes
And you have the nerve to tell me you love me one last time

If you’re looking for salvation
Mouth your prayers and say amen
But if you’re looking for redemption
Love me one last time again

I flirted with your dream and was slapped right in the face
Who put you in position to put me in my place?
Now the life I never had just flashed right before my eyes
You’ve got a lot to learn about messing up your life
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