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Residue, tell me what can I do
To get the trace of you off of me '
Residue, on the tip of my tongue
And filling up my lungs where I breathe
I wish that I could face
All the flavors I still taste
I wish that I could peel off
All the layers that I feel of residue
Residue, on the small of my back
And making me go slack when I'm brave
Residue, like a rash on my skin
And dripping down my chin when I shave
I wish that I could face
All the flavors I still taste
I wish that I could peel off
All the layers that I feel of residue
Hiding underneath my nails
Puncturing my stiff starched sails
Wash and dry, iron and fold
It's starting to get kind of old
It's starting to make me feel old
Residue, on the edge of the bed
And propping up my head so I can't sleep
Residue, in the corners and seams
And dancing in my dreams midnight's deep
I wish that I could face
All the flavors I still taste
I wish that I could peel off
All the layers that I feel of residue
Residue...
- Album:
- Pacific Ocean Blues
- Minor Chords And Major Themes
- Learn to Play Guitar (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Everyone Can Fly (EP)
- Everyone Can Fly
- Full On Bloom
- Alias with a Bullet
- Where I Find My Heaven (the singles album)
- Where I Find My Heaven
- AP 9th Anniversary Sampler
- Hits Post Modern Syndrome: #22 Dork Side of the Moon
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 10: May 1994
- Fire Is Good
- Dumb and Dumber
- The One Before the Last
- Suburban Hymns
- Indie Top 20, Volume 19
- Best of Indie Top 20
- Drive Time 3