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Are you happy now? Look I’m out at the bar cause my so-called friends forced me
Can I go now, we all know there’s nobody here for me
I’m annoyed, what’s the point, I just wanna stay home
Swiping left left left til I’m left with the self-centered smoke shows
But I’m trying, oh I’m trying
Cause I’m never gonna meet the love of my life in my living room
But I’m not gonna let that stop me from trying, oh I’m trying
It’s a fact, I attract the wrong type of weirdo
Although I keep them round sometimes to appease my libido
Everybody says when you’re not looking for love, then that’s when you’ll find it
But they’ve got hindsight on their side, so maybe they’re blinded
But I’m trying, oh I’m trying
Cause I’m never gonna meet the love of my life in my living room
But I’m not gonna let that stop me from trying
Open a bottle of wine, waste the prime of my life in my living room
I’m the best date I’ve ever had on a Saturday night
Seems I’m well on my way to becoming Boo Radley
But I think he had the right idea, it just turned out badly
But I’m trying, oh I’m trying
Cause I’m never gonna meet the love of my life in my living room
But I’m not gonna let that stop me from trying
Open a bottle of wine, waste the prime of my life in my living room
I’m the best date I’ve ever had on a Saturday
Best date I’ve ever had on a Saturday
Best date I’ve ever had on a Saturday night
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I Knew the Way There
03:28
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Meet me at the park
Middle of the neighborhood
Do you think the boys will come?
No reason in particular
I knew the way there when I was a kid
Back when I was new
And every feeling amplified
I kissed you on the cheek
And hoped you’d wouldn’t ask me why
I knew the way there when I was a kid
And it’s a long way back to where I started from, I guess
And what do I know now? The trick to feeling nothing
All I’ve got to show for all that pain is a little bit of novocaine
A pile of broken bones
A couple decades later
I’m trying to recall
Where I left that old time capsule
I knew the way there when I was a kid
And it’s a long way back to where I started from, I guess
And what do I know now? The trick to feeling nothing
All I’ve got to show for all that pain is a little bit of novocaine
Flashlight in the dark
The ghost is in the graveyard
Catch her if you can
But I don’t think you’re fast enough
I knew the way there when I was a kid
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Stain
04:48
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Clothing keeps a memory
It sets in like a stain
I can’t wear the skirt I wore the night you ripped my heart out
It’s hanging in my closet
Driving me insane
I’ve tried lemon juice and baking soda, just can’t get the dark out
I made it with my own two hands on my sewing machine
I only wore it cause I thought that it would turn you on
But I was wrong (3x)
I see you around town sometimes
Covered up in ink
All over your hands and fingernails, you look the same, but slightly older
Last time you asked me
Do I wanna grab a drink
No I’ve got better things to do and I thought you were sober
But I didn’t think to say that to you in the moment
I guess I only come up with the good stuff once you walk away
My mistake (4x)
I think it’s your fault (5x)
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Parallel Lines
03:49
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You Got To
03:07
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Tough landing
Rough morning comes crashing down
Eyes blinking
I awaken, I remember the awful things we said
Talk to me
I made you coffee, my peace offering
You don’t get it
What I’m trying to say
What’s the point of being sorry
If I can’t spit out the words
If I can’t say it, I can’t say it
You got to
I wanna be the bigger person,
But I just can’t be the first of us
To say it, I can’t say it
You got to
And it’s a stare-down in the kitchen
Wondering which of us will crack
Well I can do this dance all day
Oh the humanity
The barbs and the profanity
We’re both to blame my dear
If you can’t say it out loud
You can whisper in my ear
What’s the point of being sorry
If I can’t spit out the words
If I can’t say it, I can’t say it
You got to
I could make us both feel better
If you tell me where it hurts
And I will kiss it, I will fix this
I want to, I want to, I want to
I wanna be the bigger person
But I just can’t be the first
Of us to say it, I can’t say it
You got to
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Kelly Hoppenjans Ann Arbor, Michigan
Nashville singer-songwriter Kelly Hoppenjans creates empowering rock, combining the spirit of riot grrrl tinged with folky introspection. Her music dives deep into relationships, fate, and breaking free of toxic patterns. The new EP is inspired in part by Hoppenjans’ journey of finding love during the pandemic: navigating online dating, confinement, and impending life changes to sustain that love. ... more
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