3 New Hit Songs from Bright Eyes

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Drunk Kid Catholic

The drunk kids, the catholics
They're all about the same
They're waiting for something
Hoping to be saved
Well I have been happy the past couple days
Just thinking of the women who've taken your place
And every night I think I certaintly won't ever sleep sober or alone
And then suddenly it occurs to me
I've slept alone before you
And so I pour myself the stiffest drink that my stomach can stand
And convince myself to lay back down again
I'm gonna lay back down, I'm gonna lay back down again
The drunk kids, the catholics
They're all about the same
They're waiting for something
Hoping to be saved
The drunk kids, the catholics
They're all about the same
They're waiting for something
Hoping to be saved
The drunk kids, the catholics
They're all about the same
They're waiting for something
Hoping to be saved
They crawl from the oceans
To paint in the caves
But I'm working all weekend
I need to get paid
They crawl from the oceans
To paint in the caves
But I'm working all weekend
I need to get paid
They crawl from the oceans
To paint in the caves
But I'm working all weekend
I need to get paid
They crawl from the oceans
To paint in the caves
But I'm working all weekend
I need to get paid

Happy Birthday to Me Feb. 15th

All eyes on the calendar
Another year I claim
Of total indifference
To hear the days pile up
With decisions to be made
I'm sure all of them were wrong
Into this song, I send myself
And with these drinks
I plan to collapse and forget
This wasted year
These wasted years
Well, devoted friends, they disappear
And, I'm sorry about the phone call
And needing you
Some decisions you don't make
I guess it's like breathing
When not wanting to
There are some things that you can't fake
Yeah, there are some things that you can't fake
Well, I guess that it's typical
To cling to memories you'll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs
Of a summer long ago
Or a friend that you used to know
And there below his frozen face
Well, you wrote the name
And that ancient date, that ancient date
And you can't believe he is really gone
When all that's left is a fucking song
I'm sorry about the phone call
And waking you
I know that it is late
But thank you for talking
Cause I needed to
Yeah, some things just can't wait
Yeah, some things just can't wait
Yeah, some things just can't wait

I've Been Eating for You

So, I'm just the medicine
You take when you're sick
You get well and that's it
I'm put back on the shelf in your mirror
And it isn't exceptional
The course of our fate
So, people love and they hate
And I guess it's just our turn to hate
Yeah, you were just some song I wrote
A poem on a page
A sculpture I made out of clay
Desire was the flame
But now you're more of a basketball
Boys just pass you around
They bounce you hard on the ground and dribble
And then we all get high fives
And you think I'm an asshole now
Well, you're probably right
But at least I'm not blind to the facts
I've been wishing were lies
But still I hope you get everything
That you care to possess
And unbelievable sex with him
Or any one of my friends
But just don't ask about my appetite
I didn't lose it tonight
No, it's been gone half my life
It's just act, I've been eating for you