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Thinking
00:46
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How did we get here?
We fought for nothing and that’s where it left us
My bodies unfamiliar and it’s wearing out this couch
Is walking backwards still moving?
I can’t stay still
I stake my camp on a doorstep
Light a candle that smells like home
That I can’t seem to find
How many times will I
Let myself fade into someday
By getting lost on the concept
Another casket for a tired soul
Hoping maybe in the ground she’ll find
Something unknown finding time to wallow in wasting it
But these walls came up fast
Covered in ivy I didn’t notice
I was drowning in recompense
How many times will I let myself fade into someday
By getting lost on the concept
A broken record of a borrowed line
This hesitations growing weeds in my weathered spine
Maybe this hole is my escape
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Swoledemort
02:38
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I can’t do anything right
I spent years barking up all of the wrong trees
And yeah, most of them were on fire
I see most red flags as a challenge nowadays
I think I’m seeing ghosts
But what haunts me the most
Is the feeling that I’m close
But never close enough
I can’t breathe
When I think too loud
So I can’t turn the radio down
I need something to drown out
Reminders of the fact that I’m losing ground
Now all my friends
Have a life and goals
While I’m stuck crawling out of a hole
That I dug all on my own
Clinging to the people I’ve long outgrown
I can’t do anything right
I’m seeing ghosts again
They’re always of my friends
They’re always telling me I’m fucked
Nothing ever goes the way that I want it to
And I’m starting to think that it’s my fault
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The mosquitos down in Charleston
Fell dead around my feet
I told you “my blood’s poison”
You laughed, said “no, it’s sweet”
It’s gotten to the point where
I would rather be alone
Scared shitless I can’t live up
To the me you think you know
Sam told me it’s easier
To act than let them know
That you hate your identity
And your life’s become a show
Of some sick dysphoric syndrome
I wish would disappear
A guest inside my home
A stranger living in my mirror
Is compounding lack of sleep
Getting to me again
Or am I better making peace
With what I have, settling for what I see?
I’ve spent my last few years tied to a shovel
Kicking over snails so I don’t make a mistake
In this hole I’m digging hoping maybe
They will only see my flowers it’s the only way
I couldn’t see the steering wheel
So I pulled off the road
Shook for what seemed like forever
Till the breakdown finally slowed
I wish I was someone
My younger self would want to be
Instead I am a dying sun
A fruitless, thorny tree
I wish I could be brave
I wish that I could grow a spine
But my body’s someone else’s
Clothes don’t feel like mine
Is compounding lack of sleep
Getting to me again?
Or am I better six feet deep
Where I can live up to my memory?
I’ve spent my last few years tied to a shovel
Kicking over snails so I don’t make a mistake
In this hole I’m digging breathing dirt with all my
Friends around me to help me decay
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Look Ma! No Hands!
03:37
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Gave new meaning to the place I had
Didn’t know I’d end up missing it that bad
Now all I have is all I am
Pit in my stomach and a spin in my head
No I can’t get comfortable in my own bed
The walls are closing in
This pain in my chest has stretched
I’m holding my breath
To bottle the fire in my lungs
The fresh air is suffocating, I’m
Driving backwards down a one way street
Regressing faster than I can find my feet
And I’m losing speed
I’m sitting here taking in the view
Watching my friends through
Airports and drive throughs
I recognized the make of your car
I didn’t even know you were in town
When you moved so far
Oh god
Where did I go so wrong?
Oh god
Can I please go home
Where did I go so wrong?
Oh god
Can I please go
Can I please go home
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The days seem to be getting shorter
I’m tired of getting older
Oh god
I’m so tired
Took care of the grinding pain in my chest
By stabbing it over and over again
Eyelids grow heavy and I’m starting to see you
I only breathed it in so that
I could forget your name
It melts my disguise
Slit my finger on these running days
Wishing that I’d run dry
While trying to convince myself of just
One more reason why
I’ve started to see another guy
He asks me what the shapes look like
To my eyes
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Too cold
The crack in the window left a bitter draft
Waking me up from another
Scene of littered holes in your chest
And these shells
they’re lining the walls to my hell
I can’t seem to stop another scene
Of our worries painting the sidewalk
I’m running my body into these walls
Over and over again
Wishing for bruises so I don’t have to break
I say over and over again
Everything around me screams
Doom with a gravesite
Biding time until I become a headline
My neck is growing tired from turning behind me
I’m watching my steps but I keep losing my feet
The warning lights are flashing their eyes
From every direction they surround me
I’ve gotten so used to picturing death
I don’t think I’ll be shocked when it happens
All I can do is hope that I get close enough
That I can feel I’ve paid my debt
I’m running my body into these walls
Over and over again
Wishing for bruises so I don’t have to break
I say over and over again
Everything around me screams doom
With a gravesite keep pleading ‘til-
I’m biding time until I become a headline
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I don’t think I like who I am
I guess I can’t remember when I did
Or when I lost my confidence
But I don’t think I like who I am
No no no
I turn the TV on and watch a man tell me about my life
Another burnout with a wasted appetite
Rusted trophies line the walls with teary eyes
I tell them what I’d do if I only had the time
Is life enough to keep breathing
Is there a direction to sinking
Cause my feet are made of sand
But I’m running
I’m running
I’m running
Brushing dust off of the pictures laid forgotten in a line
Holding faces I haven’t heard from for some time
I know the number but I never dial
The words are building on my tongue
But they don’t taste worthwhile
I don’t think I like who I am
I guess I can’t remember when I did
Or when I lost my confidence
Or when the color faded
Or when I stopped sleeping
I stopped wishing
I stopped wanting
I stopped loving
I stopped living
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The River
03:22
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I threw a rock in the river
I watched as it thrashed
Tossed around until its
Edges were rounded out
And it sunk to the bottom
Breathing water as it’s friend
It seems so easy just to breathe in
On my shoulder
My devil says I should give in
Let the river consume me
Fill my lungs and let the pain win
I spent the last year wishing I was dead
Don’t you think the water’s a poetic end?
Going nowhere
I’ll never amount to a thing
Like the last bird of a species
To nobody I sing
When a tree falls with no witness
Does it make a sound?
Will anybody miss me
When I’m in the ground?
I threw a rock in the river
All it did was sink
Pebbles shifted around
Motionless until the current
Turned it to ground
I tend to visit that place now
Going nowhere
I’ll never amount to a thing
Like the last bird of a species
To nobody I sing
When a tree falls with no witness
Does it make a sound?
Will I ever make a sound?
Every single day
A routine on replay
A lens of only gray
Throw it all away
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Entracte
01:50
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11. |
This is Not How it Ends
04:27
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I can smell the mold
It’s in the walls of this new apartment
That I left here
I brush my hands across another notch
That I’ve left here in this stand
My backs got a story to tell
There’s a narrative in my posture
It’s writing letters
And they’re telling me to get the hell out
They’re tellling me to get out
And that I’ve wasted another month
This seasons littered with rent checks
Piled next to my thoughts
dead like the leaves on the ground
I’m not gonna let
December drag me under again
I’m not gonna run away, run away
I need to breathe life before I decay
I’m watching the sunrise on another day
Spent in flickering white scale lights
Their burning down on me and
Casting my shadow to an inward facing window
I can barely breathe
With the clocks face glaring at me
An opponent across the ring
Every minute it’s shaking it’s hand
Beating me senseless
I’m wishing it was over while missing my bruises
How did we ever make a cyclistic hell
The knot of a lifeline?
Or am I just wasting mine?
For once I will not be my reason for pain
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Midwesty pop-punky 5th wave emo whatevercore with moshy breakdowns from NC. FFO Pool Kids, Origami Angel, Sweet Pill.
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