ft the grinch & oscar the grouch. thnx to mitch for adding the festive chimes + letting me use his gear
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 its hot outside
december summertime
i cant lie
never liked xmas night

and i dont know why
i never even liked
the festive cheer
its that time of year

i believed in Him
as a kid i’d sing
all the church hymns
and never ever sinned

i used to be catholic and yet ive never celebrated xmas

I can't get you out of my mind
I don't know why
even after all this time I'm left wondering 
who you gave your love to

it's hard to believe how you just cut me down
without any blood and without any sound

I know I'm not the talking type
I'm more of a listening and response guy
with your skin shining just like the sun
I was just happy with you by my side

a head on my shoulder never felt so right
even if it was from you just being nice
maybe it's my fault for just playing dumb
but who could pay attention to the signs

when your face was just so close to mine
and our footsteps were so synchronized
walking you home on any given night
oh nostalgia makes me so naive 

exchanges from the two of us
oh I thought we were just building trust
hearing you talk about your present life
when will being myself be enough

how could I believe
that this time would be different
that the values I held dear
feel so insignificant

Just

I've got a sunburn
all across my back
I just want an answer
if you want to relax
your hesitation
costing me a leg
here I am just waiting
for myself to drop dead

underestimating: the worst crime you can do
the individuality of everyone is cool
my reservations; way too many to count
yea it's strange to fathom there's other people around

I'm bad at reading
my listening's not great
when the situation calls
I can't afford my mistakes
now the pressure's on me
I can feel your weight
counting syllables inside my head
give or take

James Nee's Album

Sunburn

I'll be alright
just gonna find a little corner to crawl
and hide my face
yea i think i've seen enough of the world

to be able to feel
the exhaustion from overachieving 
so I'm done with beliefs
what is wrong with being plain and dumb
not like I'm trying to be anyone

I packed my bags
yea it's fine to make a few mistakes
gotta learn to be okay
with somebody else pulling the strings

to know what it means
there's underlining text in everything
and all that I have 
is a culmination of my decisions
of which none of them had a good reason

there's no need to explain
that experiences are rather tragic
but there's nothing more priceless
than having a new set of perspective
to improve a false sense of perfection

Crawl

with my back pressed up on a wall
I realize I'm nothing but talk
with the way that I hide my reaction
like it's nothing at all

need to grab my own hand and take action
make reality my very own bastion
I'm ashamed of what I've become
or am I jealous of everyone young

my polemical writings about you
were to justify my own lack of heart
I don't have a good reason to tell you
how my mind was so stuck in the dark

I hope I've grown into someone you could
forgive me for trying too hard
the front that I put up was strong
I was focusing on everything wrong

Polemics

you never told me
I'd die out slowly
i'll never have an 
impact so worldly
if I learned one thing
over and over
faking your jubilation 
feels homely

I want to rest my
head on your lap but
when did that become 
such a harassment 
to see the skyline
be parallel with
the silhouette of your 
legs on the park bench

If I've lost something
that i've regretted;
my inner sense of
how to be happy
my mind is blank when
you enter my frame
don't even know when
the hell is my birthday

i write my name down
to not forget it
can't pay the bills yet
I'm way too artistic
the rhythm in my 
life feels outdated
missing a beat like
i'm too syncopated

Blank

she only talks in tongues 
with a mouth like a crooked gun 
fuckin up is in my blood 
as if the past aint bad enough 

i am the wolf and you are 
my worst fucking nightmare and
you are the belts that bind me and 
tie me down to electric chairs and
i am the wolf with eyes for a house made of brick 
i am the wolf but I'm okay with it 

set fire to the end of my rope 
give me a reason to let go 
one more drink before i go 
like another deer caught in my glow 
caught in my glow 

i am the wolf and you are 
my worst fucking nightmare and
you are the belts that bind me and 
tie me down to electric chairs and
i am the wolf with eyes for a house made of brick 
i am the wolf but I'm okay with it

Medicine hat tapes

Crooked gun

waiting feeling

(12)

Someone else

I said Emily
isn't it strange we leave
out the parts we need 
to talk about constantly
I'm still wondering
what it will take to be
cool with what I see
i'm just a bit stuck in
what what I thought was me
but it's just another body
distant memories
faded into haunting
everything I think
maybe a bad person 
is what I need to be
to realize there's no such thing
scared to let feeling
slowly become belief 
cause then I'm suddenly
in a new reality
population me
but maybe that's all I need
maybe that's all there is

emily

Just your friendly neighborhood emo song-writer.

Sunburn

james nee