Why Trains Crash, by The Pretty Flowers (2024)

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Clean up your imageAll things equal and all things freeI stapled myself to a crooked seaMy hand got swatted awayI couldn’t make it outI’m gonna drive around until I hammer it out Now that everything has changed It’s just like everything’s the same Now that everything has changed It’s just like everything’s the sameLike a sky piece of a puzzleYou’ve bent to fitYou cheat a little bitAnd then you cheat a little bitHands were built for battleTongues were made to spitOnto the cream of a canvasOn top a mountain of debt Nothing’s ever settled Nothing’s ever fixedNothing’s ever counted Cuz nothing’s ever missed

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When your fire was electricalAnd lies felt like the truthYou burned just like the sun at nightAnd you were in your youthThe summer made relationshipsThat time could never fadeThe rules were like the beach at nightLost under a haze I can spit a lot of nothing You’re bound to find something Hidden in the words I say When I’m next to you Making off with an old love letter Sunlight’s got a light that’s better For spitting out out cassette tape dreams On the kitchen floorLife is just a spectacleYou brag about to your friendsFigure out your use sometimesWhen you step outside of trendsRun on like a paragraphThat needs to be cut upStuck inside my head at nightNever waking up I can spit a lot of nothing You’re bound to find something Hidden in the words I say When you’re next to me Making off with an old love letter Sunlight’s got a light that’s better For spitting out out cassette tape dreams On the kitchen floor

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Some girls always try To make it hard to leaveLace your boots up boy, You can’t resole your soul Think about the past so much Nostalgia was your favorite crutch To use to get around, To cut in front of line To make the feeling stick To burn your buildings downThose threads of memoriesI pull to get to youThough little steps I tookCan’t trace them back againHow can you feel regret For things that haven’t happened yet?Some girls always try To make you see yourself Think about the past so much Nostalgia was your favorite crutch To use to get around, To cut in front of line To make the feeling stick To burn your f*cking buildings down

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Tracking time with coffee cupsConversations resoluteYou’re picking up the piecesWhen you’re trying not to get cuteTrying not to get cuteYou know you really, really chip my paintThere’s only so many Mistakes that you can makeBefore you drop the crate Drop the crate I can see your wires, the part of you you’re making upI can see your wires, the part of you you’re making upI could be your passengerI could navigate the bendsThe forks, the dirty floorsCleaning up the messCleaning up the messWhat I have, I’ve given upI’ve been driving around some parking lotsJust trying to kick up dustTrying to kick up dust I can see your wires, the part of you you’re making upI can see your wires, the part of you you’re making upYou know you really, chip my paintThere’s only so many Mistakes that you can makeBefore you drop the crateDrop the crate

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Tell me everything you knowI’ve got a lot of time, I don’t wanna goDistracted by all those horrible sounds Coming from the radioYou’ve got a couple friends, they’re not your crewThey’re all practice punch with no follow-through The ocean got you so confused You thought you could turn it around But there was nothing to do You put yourself in the opposite shoeIf it’s all the same to you, it’s nothing I’d rather doIt was clear as mud to me, floating like a tarp on top of the seaNow there’s nowhere to go to stop the sound of the radio The ocean got you so confused You thought you could turn it around But there was nothing to do You put yourself in the opposite shoe The ocean got you so confused The ocean got you so confused (so confused) That there was nothing to do You put yourself in the opposite shoe

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Shadows move in the afternoonWe’re the only ones awake dreamingYou’ve got a right to use incremental movesFrom the faucet to the drain Now that baby’s got a gun And I’m staring at the record Now that baby’s got a gun And I can see it spinningI’d like to see what you’re tracing back to meI’ll be poor on your time, and I’ll be rich on mineFrom the faucet to the drain Now that baby’s got a gun And I’m staring at the record Now that baby’s got a gun And I can see it spinningDon’t you find it strange When the life you lead can rearrange?And don’t you find it strange When your temple of gunpowder is blowing away?

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I was trying to remember what I thought last nightSure I had some good ideas, but they disappear so quicklyYou saw the cars outside just drive on byWhen it was you and she and eternityYou said, “I couldn’t think less about that girl.”But she was a planet and that was the world you inhabited When your house was empty and you hated it You bored yourself to death with stupid videos You made mistakes with me, but now you’re serious How can you be serious?I got a letter from you postmarked Sitting Duck, CAYou said that everything is wrong and nothing turned out right for youSo you stay in at night, you don’t let anyone see youYou get sad sometimes when you see her at the farmaciaYou said, “I couldn’t think less about that girl.”But she was a planet and that was the world you inhabited When your house was empty and you hated it You bored yourself to death with stupid videos You made mistakes with me, but now you’re serious How can you be serious?

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You know it’s never like you planWe’re never in demandI never was a princeWe’re live from a black holeIn the backyard of your mindWhere you were young and weakYou tried to stare just like a freak showYou dug yourself a foxhole Baby, please don’t go We are lost, but we lose slow As much as you want to quit We are filtering the gritI know it’s hard to take a standCrush the label, kill the manFind a uniform that fitsAnd filter out the gritBaby, please don’t go We are lost, but we lose slow As much as you want to quit We’re filtering the grit

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You forfeit your memoriesNow you can’t remember itYou can’t remember sh*tYou can’t illicit sympathy for sicknessWhen what you’re coughing up is goldNow the kids are in their uniformsThey’re waiting to be toldThat you’ll be young foreverIt’s the others who get oldIt was a surprise I supposeIs on the mouth too on the nose?Move into the city where three feet is a yardClimb up to the roof to see if we can’tCorner the stars Move into the city where three feet is a yardClimb up to the roof to see if we canCorner the stars

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In an attempt to make you less like youIt was the front of your head they drilled intoAnd they relieved some pressureAnd they released some bubblesThey couldn’t ease your painThey couldn’t stop your troublesIn the new century you weren’t next to meYou were somewhere offI couldn’t find you then I was thinking about you It was quite an experience I was thinking about you It was so sincerely different thenIn an attempt to make you less like youIt was a little room you were thrown intoAnd they relieved some pressureAnd they released some bubblesThey couldn’t ease your pain, noThey couldn’t stop your troubles But I was thinking about you It was quite an experience I was thinking about you It was so sincerely different then

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It started happening so fast You mixed the present with the pastAnd what was left it wouldn’t lastSo you left itNow I barely lean intoThe things I know I want to doIt’s not the same as it used to beEverything fits so differently I wanna go to your house To see how you’re living You’re letting them down Like it was summer session Go to your houseTo see how you’re living You’re letting them down Like it was summer sessionThe idiots were there to hold us backThat’s what they do, it’s what they live forThere was a ring at the door, a knock and then an entryWhen I got through being a son of a bitchI turned it off quickI turned it off like a lightswitchI wanna go to your house To see how you’re living You’re letting them down Like it was summer session What did you conjure? What did you drink? What do you mean when you say That you mean what you speak?Go to your houseTo see how you’re living You’re letting them down Like it was summer session

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Do you feel like they changed the rules on youJust when you thought you were getting a grip?And you thought you were f*cking importantYou were just a blipAnd the windows may have rattledThe speakers may have fuzzedAnd you know that something’s burning,But you don’t know what it is Overreactor, deceptionist High elevations, thin air mintsRunt of the litter, you were born at the back of the barYou’re inviting people over and you’ve quarantined the yardSo you’d better start moving in the middle of the nightCuz when the sun it comes up, babyYou can try and make it rightArmageddon, dude, makes it hard to moveArmageddon, dude, is creeping up on youArmageddon, dude, makes it hard to moveArmageddon, dude, is creeping up on you