1. |
living at home
04:30
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Comfortable
In your own skin
Hide yourself
With expression that
Impresses sin on perfection
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You talk down
On codependency
When the outside
Living in me
Finds my independence hard to see
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My patience rises
As I admit the truth
To my stubborn self
Pathologically true
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My developing
Emotion
Struggles with
The notion that
The elephant in the room
Is no longer happy
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My patience rises
As I admit the truth
To my stubborn self
Pathologically true
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2. |
melding times
04:38
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We've been thinking about these days
We've been walking in a foggy haze
No falling off of what we know about
No questioning the status of our whereabouts
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We leave our present and our past
Is our future
Try all of what you give
But we still
Remain sober
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As we look into our mirrors
We see a maze
Just a reflect of
All the days
Of watching fires
Instead of putting out the blaze
Into my own eyes I hold my gaze
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Mesmerizing pathways
Stealing away that falling gaze
Past and present fade away
Who am I nowadays anyway
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We leave our present and our past
Is our future
Try all of what you give but we still
Remain sober
-
As we look into our mirrors
We see a maze
Just a reflect of
All the days
Of watching fires
Instead of putting out the blaze
into my own eyes I hold my gaze
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3. |
seven four (sure)
02:06
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4. |
folk punk
02:54
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Now dad,
I have an idea that I think is worth the sharing. One about our God, and our humanity. I know it seems strange, but hear me out. I will explain gladly, if you will sit down.
What if the sun exploded, and all of us were gone? And when I say all of us I mean all of us, including; you, me, and Mom. Where would we go? Who would continue the worship, the prayer, and the culture we have built? It is a sad thought, I know. Here we go.
Where are our politics? Our party alignments. Our necessary corruption? Propogandous seduction. What happens to the Pope? Does he survive in Heaven? Or, does Heaven fade away? Does God get weak when he loses all his following? I'd like to know where we are supposed to go. If there is nowhere, then that is cool too, I guess.
In this cruel world, where the daily life is just trying to get by, what do we look up to, or forward to, when looking back gets too hard? I would like some hope, but if there is none then I would like to say that at least I'd . . . still like to know.
- Sincerely.
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5. |
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We're not the same
Two and a half years we say
Why is the sky so clouded
And every word read
Your novel in my head
And those first arguments
That I can't forget
Smoking Chained Cigarettes
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Let's go back
To those meaningless talks
And those pointless conversations that we had
Before we knew what was coming next
Let's lay back down and forget the politics
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You're right I've changed
I'm not the same me
But don't think for a second
That you haven't
You're just as guilty
But that's what I love
No matter how stuck
We will never be done
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Let's go back
To those meaningless talks
And those pointless conversations that we had
Before we knew what was coming next
Let's lay back down and forget the politics
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6. |
fall
03:33
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Encrypted language
Is all we can speak anymore
There's no universal
Just the rehearsal
Of revision
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Locked in
Bliss solidarity
Living
In mass anxiety
Constant turmoil war
Seeking external peace
Thinning coats
Stripped blinds made raw
Mask drips but won't fall
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7. |
dark room in a bathroom
03:26
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A moment stuck in time
Like a piece of film taped to your wall
Horrendous memory to be
Never forgotten
Think of holding
And snapping
That lovely photo
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Intoxication
Helps overexpose
Meet people
Abuse more
Complain to yourself
About your constant contradictions
Wake up to another girl
A foreign girl
With whom you have no experience
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Wake up with a hangover to that wall
The piece of film
That you dreaded
And hated
Becoming a piece of empathy
And deep sorrow
As you hang your photo
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Intoxication
Helps overexpose
Meet people
Abuse more
Complain to yourself
About your constant contradictions
Wake up to another girl
A foreign girl
With whom you have no experience
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8. |
statutory
03:40
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Label the innocent
With more excuses
Statutory inconveniences
He must be lucky
She must be lonely
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Laugh Laugh Laugh
Pry Cry and Sin
Laugh Laugh Laugh
Pry Cry and SIn
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Born in the right time
With the wrong state of mind
It's not an issue
We just find it funny.
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Laugh Laugh Laugh
Pry Cry and Sin
Laugh Laugh Laugh
Pry Cry and Sin
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