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They say rejection just protects you from what could have been
Well If that’s true, when will these bruises fade?
I guess somehow I’m never enough for anyone,
To reciprocate the words I have to say
Well I tried so hard to be myself,
But anxiety takes over
And I think I’m fucking over this feeling
Every time it’s just the same
Somehow ending where it started
From more than friends to strangers once again
And as the weeks pass
I feel my insides contorting,
With each and every breath I struggle to take
Just like the letter
I crumpled up
and threw right in the floor,
Tried to flatten all the edges,
But that just won’t make a difference anymore
I get emotional just opening my mouth
What a fool I was to think this would have a happy ending
Saying nothing feels simple until pressure builds starts building
Because my trauma was the killer all along, wasn’t it?
I deserve to be flooded with love
I deserve to be flooded with love
Instead searching through dried up wells
I deserve to be flooded with love
I deserve something
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Glass Thoughts
04:49
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Open your eyes and face the silence
You can’t hide yourself anymore
They can see right through your glass thoughts
You waste your mornings doing nothing,
But lying naked on the floor
Making a toast to mental Illness
Standing might make your knees tremble,
But you can hold my hand if you need it
I know I’ve worn those shoes before
You waste your mornings doing nothing,
But lying naked on the floor
Making a toast to mental illness
And bathing in your ptsd
You don’t have to pretend to be alright
Dust off your old Jean jacket
And take a good look at your self
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3. |
New Moon
06:17
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Pacing miles around this vacant room
Holding hands and taking turns reliving our childhood traumas
I’m the worst kind of person that you’re somehow obsessed with
Through depression we can coexist and still feel conflicted
All the question marks and made up words
They’re so claustrophobic and exhausting
Just to live another day
Throwing fists and slurping ramen From the bottom of the trash barrel
I can’t talk to you when you’re like this
Don’t you fucking understand that
You’re nothing like the flower girl I used to know
Walking through the dandelions and ripping out the all weeds
Each day that I am left here alone
It makes me cry knowing that you’re not around anymore
I know I’m a mess,
But I’m getting so much better at cleaning up after myself
Washing dishes with a dirty sponge Only temporarily fixes the problem
But the bigger picture is left framed
By the steel bars on the bedroom window
I just want to be alone
And watch the bats fly over the pond
I’ll contemplate my poor life choices Over a bland cup of water
Fill the glass with intention
And pour it right on the floor
Why am I merely an afterthought
In the eyes of your own self-destruction
Projecting years of self loathing
Onto a friendship that means nothing now
Well if I step out that door, I’ll be gone And none of this will be my problem anymore
But I still give a fuck about you
And don’t want to see it end up this way
I know I share the blame
And apologize for my past contempt and prideful shame
I know you deserve so much better, Than blacking out from all the alcohol
And I think I can see clearer now
Because of all the bullshit that got us here in the first place
With our feet in the ocean water
the foundation slips out from beneath
Today marks the anniversary of a life of getting sober
And learning to love again
With our feet in the ocean water
The foundation turns into nothing
Today marks the anniversary of a life of getting sober
And learning to love ourselves
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Oh Messy Life
02:40
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Fire is motion
Work is repetition
This is my document
We are all all we've done
We are all all we've done
We are all all we've done
We are all all defenses
Fire is motion, is motion growth
And you are colder than oldness could ever be
And you are bolder than buzzing bugs
My mama said
My cousin Bucky’s so boldy bald
My cousin Bucky never took his hat off
He kept the cap on
My cousin Bucky kept his hat on
He took the cat out when he was swimming
Ehh there's a lesson in there somewhere
Something nothing special
Bout boys who smell like salami
And boys who've never apologized
(But what about the girls who always apologize for everything when they don’t even have to)
Boy you smell like shit
And you are colder than oldness could ever be
And you are bolder than buzzing bugs
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Arms Like Roses New Haven, Connecticut
With members spread across Connecticut and Western Massachusetts, New England quintet Arms Like Roses play a blend of emo, indie rock, and post-hardcore that alternates between lush beauty and cathartic harshness just like the seasons do in the region they call home. ... more
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