In Awe of Insignificance

Don't Want You to Love Me by talker

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Caught crying at the foot of your love
I could say it doesn’t matter but I’ve been here before

Still holding what I wish I would want
But it’s falling through my hands and now I can’t pick it up

Cause I took my shots and made my bed
And now it feels like I might wake up dead
I’m just a cog in my machine gun head
And I can’t pretend

That I don’t want you to love me
I don’t want you to love me
You wish you didn’t even know me
But god I want you to love me
To love me

If I could argue with
Somebody else
Then I wouldn’t have to
Convince you of the lie that I keep telling myself

Cause I know that I said what I said
If I were you I wouldn’t take that bet
I’m just a cog in my machine gun head
And I can’t pretend

That I don’t want you to love me
I don’t want you to love me
You wish you didn’t even know me
But god I want you to love me
To love me

Oh, if I say it
If I say things I don’t want to feel

Oh, if I say it would it feel
Like I don’t want you to love me?

I don’t want you to love me
I don’t want you to love me
You wish you didn’t even know me
But god I want you to love me
To love me

Oh, if I say it
Oh, if I say it

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Written by Celeste Tauchar and Dan Sadin
Produced by Dan Sadin and Celeste Tauchar
Drums by JR Kurtz
Mixed by Kyle Mangels
Mastered by Alex Gordon

Don't Want You To Love Me

IRL by talker

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Wake up
You don’t know what you’re saying
You talk in your sleep again

Make this
A little less complicated
We don’t need to pretend

We can fly on by
Floating in the air and stopping time
And you can read my mind 
Like we’re never not seeing eye to eye
But we don’t do that in real life

Are we
Living inside a circle
Thinking we’re seeing straight?

Can’t help
Thinking about the after
Will we go back to before

We could fly on by
Floating in the air and stopping time
And you can read my mind
Like we’re never not seeing eye to eye
But we don’t do that in real life

I keep jumping in
I keep jumping in
I keep jumping into the sun

I keep jumping in
I keep jumping in
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong

I keep jumping in
I keep jumping in
I keep jumping into the sun

I keep jumping in
I keep jumping in

Wake up, you don't know what you're saying

We can fly on by
Floating in the air and stopping time
And you can read my mind
Like we’re never not seeing eye to eye

And we can burn it down
Until there’s nobody else around

And we can dive in blind
But we don’t do that in real life
We don’t do that in real life
We don’t do that in real life

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Written by Celeste Tauchar and Daniel Murcia
Produced by Daniel Murcia
Drums by JR Kurtz
Mixed by Kyle Mangels
Mastered by Alex Gordon

Summerlin by talker

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It’s never been this cold 
This time of year
It’s snowing in the canyon
How did we get here? 

It’s never been this dark 
A starless sky
The weatherman can’t understand 
But I know why 

Five days in
Ended up in Summerlin
Funny how I’ve never been

Five days since
The night that I lost my grip
Wish I could stay in Summerlin

The streets whisper your name
I’m driving blind
I wonder if you ever 
Sped down Vegas drive

I know I don’t belong here
Didn’t mean to pass through
So I’ll just run away 
The same way you do 

Five days in
Ended up in Summerlin
Funny how I’ve never been

Five days since
The night that I lost my grip
Wish I could stay in Summerlin

I remember who you used to be
Left him behind when you left me
Are you happy that you’re finally free
Even if you still love me? 

Can’t we stay in Summerlin?
Come back to Summerlin
Come back to Summerlin

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Written by Celeste Tauchar and Lauren Reiner
Produced by Dan Sadin and Celeste Tauchar
Mixed by Kyle Mangels
Mastered by Alex Gordon

Summerlin

For the Sake of It by talker

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I’m in the fire, of trying to do everything
Burning desire lit up the house i’m living in
I’m caving in, too sensitive and delicate
Every step forward, makes a mistake

In the weeds, pulled everything that I could get
Dirt on my sleeves, but i don’t see the garden yet
I’m digging in, still waiting on the benefits
Checking off boxes, cleaning my plate

You could say i’m doing my best
Every time i take in any oxygen

You could say just give it a rest
But I’m just gonna break and start it up again

Yeah I know myself

I’m wasting time
The more i try
Exhaust my mind

All for the sake of it
I feel so sick of it

Fighting the wind, too tired now to hold my ground
Throw myself in, it’s easy when I’m falling down

Giving in, habitual oblivion 
Sitting in silence, taking up space

You could say i’m doing my best
Every time i take in any oxygen

You could say just give it a rest
But i’m just gonna break and start it up again

I’m wasting time
The more i try
Exhaust my mind

All for the sake of it
I feel so sick of it

Losing light
I fall behind
But I still climb

All for the sake of it
I feel so sick of it

You could say I’m doing my best

I’m wasting time
The more i try
Exhaust my mind

All for the sake of it
I feel so sick of it

Losing light
I fall behind
But I still climb

All for the sake of it
I feel so sick of it

So sick of it
I feel so sick of it
So sick of it

All for the sake of it
I feel so sick of it

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Written by Celeste Tauchar and Nyiko Beguin
Produced by Dan Sadin and Nyiko Beguin
Drums by JR Kurtz
Mixed by Kyle Mangels
Mastered by Alex Gordon

For the Sake of It

Little Bird by talker

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Fly little bird til you fall down
I'll keep plucking your feathers out
One by one every time I ask
You to keep on coming back

You can go anywhere you want
I never said you had to stop
But one by one I'll always ask
You to keep on coming back

One by one I'll always ask
You to keep on coming back

Sing little bird til your lungs give out
I’m replaying your mournful sounds
One by one every time I ask
You to keep on coming back

You can go anywhere you want
I never said I’m all you got
But one by one I’ll always ask
You to keep on coming back

One by one I’ll always ask
You to keep on coming back

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Written by Celeste Tauchar and Phil Simmonds
Produced by Phil Simmonds
Mixed by Kyle Mangels
Mastered by Alex Gordon

Little Bird

Growing Up by talker

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Now they’re separating
My ideas from my bones
My soul evaporating
There’s no one here to sing my song

I crash my bike just to feel like I’m alive
Falling head first, thinking I can fly
Shut my eyes and count to ten
Praying for that moment when

I’m not gonna die, but I think I might
Can’t see beyond that one headlight
Wish I always felt this fear
My emotion’s engineered

You wanna get better?
I don’t have an answer
You wanna get better?
I don’t have an answer

You wanna get better?
I don’t have an answer
I wanna get better

Cause I’ve tried
Everything they sold me
And I just feel the same

If I’m alive
I’m gonna search for something
Even if it’s fake

You’re at the top with a long way down below
Everybody’s pulling out their phones
To capture something real
Study up on how to feel

And it’s easier to watch someone else
Do everything you’d never try yourself
Cause the second that you jump
You can never get enough 

You wanna get better?
I don’t have an answer
You wanna get better?
I don’t have an answer

You wanna get better?
I don’t have an answer
I wanna get better

Cause I’ve tried
Everything they sold me
And I just feel the same

If I’m alive
I’m gonna search for something
Even if it’s fake

Ooh
Ooh

You wanna get better?
I don’t have an answer
You wanna get better?
I don’t have an answer
You wanna get better?
I don’t have an answer
I don’t know the answer

If nothing’s real
Why am I still flesh and blood?
Dancing through fire and walking on floods
I can’t figure out the point of it but, I try I try I try

And I’d never go as far as some
But what if I can never get enough
Edging on endings and looking for love
All in the name of growing up

I wanna get better
Oh gimme an answer
I wanna get better
Oh gimme an answer

I wanna get better
Oh gimme an answer
I wanna get past it
Oh get me there faster

You wanna get better?
I don’t have an answer
You wanna get better?
I don’t have an answer

You wanna get better?
I don’t have an answer
Oh gimme the answer

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Written by Celeste Tauchar
Produced by Dan Sadin and Celeste Tauchar
Drums by JR Kurtz
Mixed by Kyle Mangels
Mastered by Alex Gordon

Growing Up

My Meds by talker

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I take my meds in the morning
Then I put on some porn and
Hope the sun goes back down

I take my meds in the evening
Gave up searching for meaning
The stars don't guide me now

Tell me how I'm supposed to feel
Nothing ever seems real

Been a while since I've been in the deep end
Head above water, why can't I breathe yet?

I'm alive but I can't find a feeling
Tell me what's better, silence or screaming

I take my meds in my suitcase
So I can sleep at a friend's place
Never make it on my own

I take my meds cause I need to
Say to the mirror "how are you"
Just to feel less alone

Tell me how I'm supposed to feel
Nothing ever seems real

Been a while since I've been in the deep end
Head above water, why can't I breathe yet?

I'm alive but I can't find a feeling
Tell me what's better, silence or screaming

Never thought I would get so dependent
Let me know if you know where my head went

Anything just to feel something different
Who am I now when I'm not pretending?

I take my meds cause I need to
I do what I have to
I won't make it on my own

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Written by Celeste Tauchar, Lauren Reiner, & April Bender
Produced by James Sunderland
Mixed by Kyle Mangels
Mastered by Alex Gordon

My Meds

Sad Chick by talker

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Sorry I didn’t call
My phone’s across the room
I threw it at the wall
And I still haven’t moved

They’re gonna tow my car
And I can’t find my keys
If you think I have it all
Then you don’t know me 

Sleeping in my jeans
And tearing at the seams 
Lose it if I let it go

You think I’m a bad bitch 
Can’t you see this baggage?
Don’t wanna admit it
Baby I’m a sad chick 

I’d be a bad bitch
But I’m way too damaged
Don’t wanna admit it
Baby I’m a sad chick

At least my clothes are clean
But I still got nothing to wear
I washed them last week 
And they’re still in there

Sleeping in my bra
Too much to take it off
You don’t really wanna know

You think I’m a bad bitch 
Can’t you see this baggage?
Don’t wanna admit it
Baby I’m a sad chick 

I’d be a bad bitch
But I’m way too damaged
Don’t wanna admit it
Baby I’m a sad chick

Sleeping in my jeans
Soaking through the sheets

Sleeping in my jeans 
Soaking through the sheets 
Sleeping in my

You think I’m a bad bitch 
Can’t you see this baggage?
Don’t wanna admit it
Baby I’m a sad chick 

I’d be a bad bitch
But I’m way too damaged
Don’t wanna admit it
Baby I’m a sad chick

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Written by Celeste Tauchar and Lauren Reiner
Produced by Dan Sadin and Celeste Tauchar
Drums by JR Kurtz
Mixed by Kyle Mangels
Mastered by Alex Gordon

Sad Chick

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