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When the day turns silent
Maybe we’ll both cross paths again
On our way to finding out the truth
You mangy fox
I feel bad for you my friend
What brings you here
Please tell me everything
I wish I could help you
But I can’t help myself
I think I’m learning
How to not give up on life
I can see tomorrow clear as the night sky
But only through the corner of my eye
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The world is a scary place, when you're looking through a window
and if time is just a construct, then this feels like forever
Disappointment floods my mind with doubt
Is this all part of the contract that I didn't sign?
Motivation makes it hard to lift my head
From all the weight I place on sharp pencils and paper
What I see through your eyes is just a reflection
The separation between fact and feeling
Nature takes another breath as pollution fills our lungs
Muffled screaming through the floorboards
Are they yours or are they mine?
Dissolution fills my glass with conflicted thoughts
Is this all part of the contract that I didn't sign?
Insomnia makes it hard to rest my head
From all the weight I place on sharp pencils and paper
What I see through your eyes is just a reflection
We live in a time when silence is killing innocent people
Oppression and violence against marginalized groups have existed well throughout our history
Often being ignored and silenced
Now is the time to take a stand against injustice and use our voices to spread love
This is bigger than me and you
This is the future of humanity
And through action, we can guarantee a future for everyone
What I see through your eyes is just a reflection
What I see through mine is a loss of control
With only my desperation, I'll fight for what I have left
There's a separation between fact and feeling
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3. |
May
03:44
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My teenage years, they gave me nightmares
After the night I bleached the fuck out of my ends
I learned I’m just yesterday’s leftovers,
Dumb boys drool over on the first day
after Halloween
I’ll starve myself for the attention
and then regret it in the morning
Please let me cry inside my bedroom closet
I’ll trace the contours of my arms,
down to my fingernails
Looking back I wasn’t so honest,
Until I started kissing girls
on the cheek
I saw a movie at sixteen, in my parent’s basement
I wasn’t mommy’s little girl
I wasn’t daddy’s little girl
Anymore
She said I like your backpack
I turned around and took the compliment
My lack of confidence was obvious
The inexperience made me curious
If I could take back that moment
I’d say more than just a fucking thank you
Hi my name is messed up
I like the way you do your makeup
Can I ask you for your number?
I’d like to get to know you someday
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Desensitize me
I feel nothing at all,
but empty words left to waste in the basement from a lack of attention
It's so much fun to play pretend, when you don't love yourself anymore
My shirt was put through the wash so many times,
that I can't count them on my fingers
Now it's all faded, torn, and stained from all the bleach
Just take a picture
It'll last you so much longer than all the feeling I have left
If it's so fun to play pretend, when I just don't love myself
Why does it hurt just to love you back?
Isn't it sad how masturbation can bring you closer to understanding
that you're lying to yourself every time you fall asleep
Please rip out my insides and feed them to my enemies
I'm sure they'll be happy someone stole a piece of laminated plastic
It was fun while it lasted
We make mixtapes to remember that we're treading so much water
We make mixtapes to forget,
that we're not better, we're just bitter
We make mixtapes, try and listen to the words without emotion
because I tried, but I don't think I can anymore
We make mixtapes to remember that we're treading so much water
We make mixtapes to forget,
that we're not better, we're just bitter
We make mixtapes, try and listen to the words without crying
because I tried so damn hard,
but I'm not the same person I was way back then
I'll hold you close to my heart
If you can tape me back together please,
but the film's all worn and tangled by my feet
I'd rather watch your youthful smile age through an old photograph,
than bear the weight resentment has to hold on this cold and crippled chest
Well I think I had my fingers crossed
When I tried to fall asleep last night
Just take a picture
It'll last you so much longer than all the feeling I have left
If it's so fun to play pretend, when I just don't love myself
Why does it hurt just to love you back?
So I guess this is goodbye
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Tom's Song
02:48
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I could spend my whole life, right by your side
You wouldn't have to talk or look at me and it would be fine
I'll stay 10 feet away,
and we can spend every day getting to know each other better from a distance
I know that one day when you're gone I'm gonna miss this
The more time we waste each second of our lives
just staring from across the bedroom
The less I've come to understand what this means anymore
And I know, I'm not sorry
Just know that this scares me too
It's been a rough couple days
I know you'll blame it on a full moon, constellation, or a planet that's in retrograde
I don't think things in the sky can ever really decide how we should feel,
but I love that we can laugh it off anyway
All the nights I've spent looking out at the stars and into the cosmos
I can't help but think, what does love really mean anymore?
And I know that it hurts
Just know that this hurts me too
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Years feel like hours, as a child wanders down each aisle
Searching for one familiar face
Scuffed up linoleum floors and fluorescent lighting blinds my eyes
It's never attractive to draw circles around your eyes
Please smother me with your love
As if the bruises aren't enough.
I'm not over it
I'm not over it
Don't tell me who I am
Cause I'm not anything like you
I'll keep our secret safe, I promise
I won't tell
Cause I'm my only friend
I think water runs thicker than blood
because bleeding hurts too much
I think water runs thicker than blood
because I'm anemic
and that's pathetic
Mother, I think I'm okay
Father, do you still remember me?
Mother, I know you love me
Father, I'm really sorry
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Dear Clementine,
03:50
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I fucked up everything the day I turned twentyfive
Cause love is careless and my efforts run fruitless and dry
Reset my memory, like they did in that one sci-fi movie
I’ll go to therapy more confused and eating clementines
And as I take a bite, I’ll be forced into remembering
That all I wanted was for winter to be ending
The taste of disappointment’s always bittersweet to me
Running from my past decisions, will leave me face first in the pavement
Don’t take it personal, that’s what I never say
When karma’s laughing in my face
Talking back to my mistakes
Ego runs its mouth until your beauty starts to fade
Smoking will keep you from getting older if you’d love to die from cancer
Well I’m just another failure, quoting the late words of my mother
Because I chose a different lifestyle over a lifetime of debt collectors
The taste of disappointment’s always bittersweet to me
Running from my past decisions, will leave me face first in the pavement
Don’t take it personal, that’s what I never say
When karma’s laughing in my face
Talking back to my mistakes
I’ll take this fear of failure, with another side of regret
And my heart keeps telling me what my brain is so desperate to forget
Please don’t forget
You can’t pretend there wasn’t something
Well if Monday’s always melancholy,
then Tuesday’s just another sunny day
I can’t take this distance
Your heart keeps slipping from my reach
I guess the water’s still warm
And I’m not any closer to drowning again
The constant fear of falling, never stops the vertigo
Running from my past decisions
I’ll always meet you where the world ends
Please don’t forget me
Words I’m terrified to say
When karma’s laughing in my face
Talking down to my mistakes
I think I lost all sense on feeling sorry for myself
I’ll never forget about you
Please erase my definition of a failure
on the day I finally decide to ruin my hair
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8. |
The Boy in the Woods
04:00
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Words pierce like daggers through the chest,
while wearing porcelain skin
Each one marks closer to the left side
Even the beautiful ones have the most heart shattering screams
Outside the window pedestrians pass
and wear their smiles with explicit denial
Tears swim through rusted faucets, leaking under your kitchen sink
Making cabinets moldy, your breathing heavy,
and left neglected to eyes with 20/20 vision
It's so much easier to bury your face in your hands,
than to narrate each and every fictional story
from beginning to end
but I still care about you
don't you forget that
I think I made the right decision to leave this fucked up place
instead of only lacking patience and losing sleep
How many times will a boy cry out for help
before the wind drowns out the hissing of the tape?
The air is still for a moment until the adrenaline hits
a knife through the chest is the only way to understand
I only have the best of intentions
I wish there was another option
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Vile words are just a shelter for the wise
and a trap for the not so clever
Weaving through your thoughts
as a spider spins its web
You can't help but become mesmerized
Until the moment you begin to realize
you're the one who wove the words around your corpse
Those are some bold moves for a brat who's lost their spine
and feels a constant need to blame and victimize
You grind your teeth behind a screen that rots your mind
With the false promise of fame through manipulation
I don't think you’ve ever cared to notice
that I'm the spider and you're the fly
You trapped yourself inside the web of all the lies
perpetuating through your vomit breath
The web of lies you weave,
will leave you nameless on the streets,
with nowhere left to turn
One day you'll get what's coming back to you
Or maybe you already have
A narcissist always gets what they want
That's the biggest lie you tell yourself
Don't forget to say it out loud
Don't forget to say it out loud
Don't forget to say it out loud
You liar
Don't forget
Please don't forget
You Lied
Don't forget
Don't forget
No, don't forget
You lied
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Sleepovers at friends' houses
Floral curtains and shared mattresses
Finishing eachother's sentences
As we pass out on the floor
Conversations make so much more sense at 3 AM
I'd rather die, than think about my boring 9 to 5 life
Laughing until the sun wakes up
Screaming the words to our favorite songs
Cause we don't give a fuck
Tomorrow will be just another day
but I'd rather live right now, than watch it all change
Make sure to tell your friends you love them
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11. |
Flowers For Our Fathers
05:46
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I saw the picture you left behind
The same one I saved somewhere in my memory
1993 feels worlds away
Now that the waves pulled you out with the tide
And it's been 19 days and counting since you went away,
but I'm just glad I got the chance to say goodbye
Everything seems to reminds me of you,
but nothing feels the same anymore
It was nice to know you
It was nice to know you cared
It was nice to know you
It was nice living those memories we shared
Well I hope you had a nice life
And I hope to make you proud, if only you could see me
You gave me five more reasons
To know that I'll survive through all this pain
I'll bring you flowers painted lavender
With my arms reaching out for your hand
Lovely roses in your memory
Did you hear me when I said,
Did you hear me when?
I brought you flowers painted lavender
With my arms reaching out for your hand
Lovely roses in your memory
Did you hear me when I said,
goodbye?
It was nice to know you
I brought you flowers
It feels like only yesterday,
I called to wish you a Happy Birthday
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