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Sleepover
02:15
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I can't speak...I'm sorry
I can't speak
When I try I just can't help myself, by fucking it up somehow
I'm always sorry for nothing over and over again
But I'm not sorry for being myself
Every time I open my mouth, someone tries to point their finger at me
Every time I spit it all out, they try to shove the spoon in deep
But who's really the better one?
I think we've made our beds
Now let me get some sleep, please
GET SOME SLEEP!
Why do they stare?
Is it cause I'm weird?
Just look at me
Oh well, I guess I'll get over it
Everyday of my life I never get any validation, for even being a fucking human
Don't you know we're not that different?
So quit your fucking crying
We've done this to ourselves
I'm so sick of talking to myself
I know I'm not the better one
I think we've made our beds
Now let me get some sleep, please
GET SOME SLEEP!
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2. |
Imaginary Days
03:30
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Let's rewind to a simpler place and time, when schoolbooks and rumors seemed to matter
We were younger, ten or eleven years ago
When did our sneakers start to wear?
Those imaginary days
Do you remember?
Making calls, calling names
Hey old friend are you there?
Please wake up
I haven't heard from you in months
Don't leave a message, I'm not here
Forming letters into words, and words into sentences
With numbers onto keyboards, to send as instant messages
When lemons weren't as sour and peaches weren't as bitter sweet
I really miss those days of screaming, rehearsing, and getting you out of your house
Making calls, calling names
Hey old friend are you there?
Please pick up
I haven't heard from you all year
Don't leave a message, I don't care
We'd go on, and on, and on for hours
Running faster, and faster, and further through time
I can't keep up anymore
Sometimes I wish I could just go back, but those days are now imaginary
I wish I could come face to face with all my stubborn insecurities
I'd say don't worry all the time
In the morning, they'll all be mere memories
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3. |
Waiting
02:26
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I'm waiting for the show to begin
I'm watching the TV and crossing my eyes
I'm counting down slowly and covering my ears
We're killing ourselves
We're killing ourselves
In twelve years I'll say goodbye
Oh
Oh
All I hear is blah blah blah
We're killing ourselves
We're killing ourselves
In twelve years I'll say goodbye
Why don't we listen?
Why can't we listen?
We're running in circles
We're fighting in circles
Why don't we listen?
Why can't we listen?
We're running in circles until it's too late
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4. |
Wallflower
03:29
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My friend invited me to a party
My friend invited me to a party
Do you want to come?
I'd rather sit at home and cry
I'd rather be a fly on the wall
You can ignore me if you want to, like them
Oh lovely wallflower, you're so beautiful
Just sitting there wasting space and time
Antisocial is a word that describes you perfectly
If you want a friend, you know you can be mine
Now I'm sitting here at the party
And I want to go HOME!
Oh lovely wallflower, you're so beautiful
Just sitting there wasting space and time
Antisocial is a word that describes you perfectly
If you want a friend, you know you can be mine
Oh lovely wallflower, I think you're so beautiful
Look at you just sitting there, wasting my time
Can I be antisocial with you?
Do you want a friend?
Will you be mine?
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5. |
12 AM
04:03
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Oh memory, bring me back home
Please don't leave me here tonight
I need some strength to walk a little bit further
The train's not that far from here
Words can mean so much
When you're getting closer to an end, but your story's just begun
Why does no one see that I've been pacing myself to the top of this cliff
Is it better if I jump?
With all these bruises on my stomach
I'm just lying here, covered in my own vomit and tears
Please don't call me pathetic
My anxiety brings out the worst in me
Don't pity me, I did this to myself
I keep pushing harder each time I say I'm sorry
Don't pity me, I did this to myself
I keep pushing back
Does that make me weak?
I don't want to die, at least not like this
I don't want to die, with all this progress I've made
I don't want to die, at least not like this
I don't want to die, if it'll make you sad
*Spoken Background Vocals*
I'm sorry I'm not the person everyone wants me to be
I fucking hate myself so much, but I'm done pretending I'm someone I'm not
I don't think...I don't think I want to die anymore
*Secondary Vocals*
Would it hurt to just pay attention
I know it's too much to listen
At least I can say that I tried
Would it hurt to just pay attention
I know it's too much to listen
At least I can say that I tried
A good friend wouldn't force their eyes shut
Would it hurt to just pay attention
I know it's too much to listen
At least I can say that I tried
A good friend wouldn't force their eyes shut
Would it hurt to just pay attention
I know it's too much to listen
At least I can say that I tried
A good friend wouldn't
*Main Vocals*
I don't want to die, at least not like this
I don't want to die, cause there's so much to live for
I don't want to die, even if it's the easier way out
I don't want to die, at least not like this
I don't want to die, with all this progress I've made
I don't want to die, cause there's so much to live for
I don't want to die
I don't want to...make you sad
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I'm so exhausted
It's been such a long and thankless day
This doesn't feel much like living
I've heard windows shatter from all the screams inside my head
Get some sleep, I tell myself
But I know it's not as simple as the words might suggest
So I pull the sheets over my head
In a desperate attempt to survive one more day of this reality I call home
Hoping to escape the confines society has placed upon me with its furrowed brow
Misfortunate situations I still blame myself for
Abuse I fought through with my bare hands and salty tears
Misunderstandings of intent, and taking my kindness as a sign of weakness
Unfairness that follows me like the plague
Mocking my appearance and erasing my existence
I fought to get here
I chose life over death
But I'm much too closed off to admit all that
And as I examine the tiny plastic stars on my ceiling, glowing down on my cheeks
I remember a time when they kept me safe from all the nightmares, beyond my bedroom door
I notice all the imperfections on the walls
The holes punched out of anger
Scrapes and chipping in the paint from green to blue
Words misspoken out of fear
They tell a story of not that long ago
It still frustrates me that I've experienced so much
And yet I can still hear the voice of a small, gap toothed child screaming for affection
My eyelids begin to get heavier, pushing my eyes further back into my skull
Time passes faster and faster with each arrhythmic breath
I begin to slowly loose consciousness
Until the exact moment when I feel nothing
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