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Older Than Me
04:00
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That was a fun week we had, it was bad timing that’s all
Your world came crashing down so suddenly
And I know I’m not really relevant but I felt a connection with the alcohol
You said I came out of left field for you
Don’t tell me what to think
Don’t tell me what I should be worrying about
Because last time I checked you’re not the only one who’s allowed to play house
I’m not here for your entertainment
I’m not something you can choose you want to handle or not
I’m not a careless younger version of you who you can block so that you don't get caught
And I know you haven’t slept next to a body in a while
You got me living in a fantasy where you would never be seen with me
You’ve got me fantasizing about spending the rest of our lives alone on a beach
And you’re the one who said you didn’t want me to stop talking to you
But I find it hard to stay away from sticky situations
I find it hard to shy away from total fucked up relations
You and me, could, would we be some kind of messy long vacation
I’m not here for your entertainment
I’m not something you can choose you want to handle or not
I’m not a careless younger version of you who you can block so that you don't get caught
And I know I’m only 24 years old
But you set yourself up for this
Do you think it’s not just as confusing for me
You created an obstacle to beat
You invented a game just for me
You can’t claim a monopoly on being messed up
Can’t you tell that I’m lonely
Just because you’re older than me
Doesn’t mean I’m not lonely
Just because you’re older than me
Doesn’t mean I’m not lonely
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2. |
Anxiety Dreams
03:46
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My favorite tattoo is the one that I never can see
My favorite lover was the one that I never did meet
My favorite song was written by you and not by me
My favorite version of you was the one that I could leave
I wake up with anxiety dreams about leaving my keys in the car
I wake up with anxiety dreams about taking the subway too far
But if a tree falls and no one can hear it, it still makes a sound
And if you show up and no one can see you, you still left the house
It makes me so sad you’re not enough for yourself
Because all you’ve ever wanted is to be the woman that you’ve become, how good has that felt?
You don’t need any help
I never slow danced ‘til a week before I turned 24
At a bar that was closing and my tee shirt had sweat marks under my arms
That’s just another night, feels like another knife
Thank god I’m home again, I’m love-less again
Let’s the roll the ball
I wake up with anxiety dreams that my body is going to waste
I wake up with anxiety dreams that no one will look at my face
But if a tree falls and no one can hear it, it still makes a sound
And if you show up and no one can see you, you still left the house
It makes me so sad that you’re not enough for yourself
Because all you’ve ever wanted is to be the woman that you’ve become, how good has that felt?
You don’t need any help, you don’t need help
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3. |
Anyway
03:02
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You’re more compatible together
I hope she treats you better
I hope she doesn’t challenge you in bed
Makes you comfortable, holds your head
I hope you please her when you want
Give your keys to her when you want
'Cause your terms were the most that I ever got
You and I are like water and fire
You always left me with only more desire
It makes me hot to the touch, I’m getting mean, I’m getting rough
I like the face that you were born with
But I hate your words and all of your norms and
I want it anyway
I want it anyway
You’re always asking for attention
And forgive me, I forgot to mention
The way you talked about your travels was like torture
And at the end of the day
You were just a game that I could play
And now I can’t and I’m mad
'Cause you took it away
You and I are like water and fire
You always left me with only more desire
It makes me hot to the touch, I’m getting mean, I’m getting rough
I like the face that you were born with
But I hate your words and all of your norms and
I want it anyway
I want it anyway
I want it anyway
I want it anyway
You and I are like water and fire
You always left me with only more desire
It makes me hot to the touch, I’m getting mean, I’m getting rough
I like the face that you were born with
But I hate your words and all of your norms and
I rue the day I saw you drinking
I rue the day
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4. |
Like A Riddle
04:38
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You can call it progressive
But I think it’s depressive
I’ve been smoking exactly one cigarette
Every time that we text
As if I were surprised
You could call me obsessive
So please put me to rest
I thought maybe it was a test
But I won’t be just one of the women on your chest
So please just let it die
Let me down easy
And tell me white lies
Put my head down on the pillow
And then please climb out the window
So I know you didn’t try
I’m feeling self destructive (i was feeling)
I’m letting myself down (letting myself)
It’s 4am I shouldn’t call him
But I have been all over town
I just want what I had before
I can feel it in my chest
I notice when he looks at me
That this is not my best
And let me down easy
Tell me white lies
Put my head down on the pillow
And then please climb out the window
So I know you didn’t try
Don’t make me say please now
Don’t me my fight
You got me stuck right in the middle
I try to read you like a riddle
But it takes too much time
There are some things that just hit me like a train
The way they walk together holding hands down lover’s lane
And I’m feeling like a pair of old shoes left out in the rain
Let me down easy
Tell me white lies
Put my head down on the pillow
And then please climb out the window
So I know, so I know you didn’t try
Don’t make me say please now
Don’t me my fight
You’ve kept me stuck right in the middle
I try to read you like a riddle
But it takes too much time
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5. |
Manners
04:28
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I need to practice detachment
From the women in my life
Because they’ll keep on bringing around partners
And we may not always see eye to eye
And I’ve always wanted a man
A loud one with opinions who banters
But if all goes according to plan
He’ll also have a whole lot of manners
Because I don’t deserve
To be looked at and told
To shut up and smile
And you should have learned that years ago
And I won’t chill out, and I won’t calm down
You can’t have me around
Until you figure it out
And I have been working my ass off
I’ve been trying to build my castle
I barely have time to write, let alone fight with you
None of this is really worth the hassle
And I’ve always wanted a man
A loud one with opinions who banters
But if all goes according to plan
He’ll also have a whole lot of manners
Because I don’t deserve
To be looked at and told
To shut up and smile
And you should have learned that years ago
And I won’t chill out, and I won’t calm down
You can’t have me around
Until you figure it out
Now I have been scaring my mother
When I call her after I’ve gotten home
Because I wasn’t raised to let another
Try to test the self-respect that I have grown
And I know that you think i have a hard shell
But there’s a limit to the shit that you can stir
Just because you are a hot mess
Doesn’t mean my life is made of diamonds and fur
And I’ve always wanted a man
A loud one with opinions who banters
But if all goes according to plan
He’ll also have a whole lot of manners
Because I don’t deserve
To be looked at and told
To shut up and smile
And you should have learned that years ago
And I won’t chill out, and I won’t calm down
You can’t have me around
Until you figure it out
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6. |
A Hundred People
04:31
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There’s something about my parents’ house
That makes me want to show you around
I remember driving with you
I remember arriving with you
There’s something about these coffee grounds
There’s something about these distant sounds
I remember surviving with you
I remember thriving with you
I had hoped I’d be in a safer place
I had hoped I’d be wearing only the prettiest lace
I had hoped
But now I know
That I have touched a thousand people
And left them with all my intent
And I have crushed a hundred people
And led them to tie up loose ends
There’s something about the passenger side
There’s something about these stretch mark lines
That makes me want to hold you again
Makes me want to forget what you said
There’s something about these lullabies
There’s something about my mother’s eyes
That makes me think of all I’ve left behind
Makes me think of all the times I’ve tried
I had hoped I’d be in a safer place
I had hoped I’d be wearing only the prettiest lace
I had hoped
But now I know
That I have touched a thousand people
And left them with all my intent
And I have crushed a hundred people
And led them to tie up loose ends
There’s something about this piano bench
There’s something about those drawings I sketched
That makes me miss my home, and all I know
Is I have touched a thousand people
And left them with all my intent
And I have crushed a hundred people
And led them to tie up loose ends
That I have touched a thousand people
And left them with all my intent
And I have crushed a hundred people
And led them to tie up loose ends
That I have touched a thousand people
And left them with all my intent
And I have crushed a hundred people
And led them to tie up loose ends
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Gabrielle Marlena New York
Gabrielle Marlena is an American indie folk/pop singer-songwriter based in Brooklyn, NY. In 2016, she moved from Montreal to NYC to perform and record her first studio album, Good Music For You. Gabrielle shares her experience of love and loss with rich authenticity through her raw, soul-baring lyrics and strong vocals, while maintaining a silly and welcoming stage presence at live shows. ... more
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