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Twenty:20
02:27
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Breath deep the air is thin
They say to begin is to end
I hope my heart collapses soon
While underneath the next blood moon
Watch me collapse watch me bloom
Blossom into your dreams
A hindsight memory
Twisting around melancholy
I know the tides will recede
Insufficiency suffocate me
Twenty twenty I concede
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Survivor's Guilt
02:59
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Drinking, Drinking then I started thinking
Drinking, Drinking then I started thinking
Smoking, Smoking now my brain is slowing
Smoking, Smoking now my brain is slowing
So, tie a knot to keep my mind from wandering off
Place it still on the back window sill
That’ll keep me from overthinking
And I’ll keep trying to stop drinking
Working, Working now my back is hurting
Smoking, Smoking now I stop thinking
Drunk, Drunk and I can’t feel a thing
Drunk, Drunk and I’m out my head
So, tie a knot to keep my mind from wandering off
Place it still on the back window sill
That’ll keep me from overthinking
And I’ll keep trying to stop drinking
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Sunday Coffee
03:27
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I don't think I'll ever sleep
Until you make me, so make me
Caramel color and sugary sweet
A passive aggressive you miss me
I'll be as bitter as your black coffee
But also as calming as Sunday morning
But would it mourn me
It's so calming
Oh please calm me
So I feel something
Oh please calm me
Spark a match from memory
Tastelessly dream of wistful sleep
But settle on percolating caffeine
Deprived of fort nights and empathy
I'll be as bitter as your black coffee
But also as calming as Sunday morning
But would it mourn me
It's so calming
Oh please calm me
So I feel something
Oh please calm me
Shaking hands and jittery
Anxious but i'm not waiting
Oh, could you calm me
Could the sun calm me
I can't stop mourning
The morning for leaving
It was so calming
So please calm me
So I feel something
Oh please calm me...down
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Riverside Fires
03:33
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Duck outside to catch my breath and think of all the things I’ve done wrong
And as I crossed the pontchartrain I realized that I could miss home
A motel 6, a cigarette, my best friends voice on the radio
I had everything back home, but I traded for these tolls
I watched the sunrise through the fog
Just another 45 miles until we’re home
It reminded me of a century ago
When the mountains were, yeah we’re still young
There’s cable in color at the Bel-Air Motel, yeah it is welcoming me back home
They used to say that I had a talent for the writing but I just wrote what I saw
Been praying for miracle as if a god could save me
It’s automatic and comatose, yeah I miss everything
I watched the sunrise through the fog
Just another 45 miles until we’re home
It reminded me of a century ago
When the mountains were yeah we’re still young
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5. |
A Place To Sleep
02:58
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We all nearly collapse that night
We are all looking for something more
But we got what we…
Just another quiet evening
We’re living these suburban lives
We’re concealing our loneliness
Behind the wine and the beers
Quoting lines that we wish could write out
The scent of fall’s just a reminder we’ve spent another year
Singing:
Whoa oh whoa oh
If I’m just a waste of time
Why would I waste mine
You’re just a waste of my time
Why would I, Why would I?
{Chasing phrases and mixing signals that we were too afraid to get older.
Pouring in to venues became routine.
To pour out the things we've been hiding from everyone.}
How could I forget those times on Apple Tree.
When the tides were receding,
And I used to be somebody.
But I'm better off alone remembering the things I used to do.
That first summer I spent happy without you.
{When morning comes, it's came too soon. When did everything stop feeling brand new. I still prefer to wake in the afternoon, but I'm leaving it all up to you. A page gets torn, rips right on through. A mistaken poster board that's been misused. Or a calendar that's found itself in remorse. For flying by too quickly, blaming itself for the sun setting on you. But here we are on a sidewalk after dark. Before I thought it was mistake or beautiful accident. Now I feel it's happening too late but it's happening. Is it still happening for you? You're blaming yourself for the sun setting on you, but where do I go when I'm not anymore. And when the earth sank, do you blame yourself or your nostalgia? Do you blame the sun for setting on you? When it sets do sink with the earth and sing along singing goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.}
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