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To say it's running down is an understatement. To bleed it out, would be running its course. The soul awaits. Your infinite mistakes. I think it's a bad time to mention this yet Got drops of Jupiter in my head. A hope, a dream that refuse to expire. You'd know the answer if you were to inquire. Although your dreams are permanent. Your flesh and skin are anything but. It's a simple twist. The way it always is. That makes you see yourself for what you really are. You're the center of the dial. A portion of the child. The waste of the beginning. The end is never fitting. It's that one time thing that you repeat. the one that knocks you off your feet. You don't give up on winning. It just becomes less fitting, so they say. Second half verse kinda the same as the first. This is the last time you'll ever do this. This is millionth time you've also said that
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The Space In-Between
02:51
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We've had these dreams. Well you've had them sleeping next to me. And you can't believe. The growth needed just to own your grief. it's incremental. I would waste my life. Just to sit with you for another night. Because I don't really like my life. When I'm not spending it with you. In between the seasons. We wilt and change just like the flowers do. And for unknown reasons. We don't get to regrow next year. It's incremental how it gets out of tempo. The culmination of years of bad examples. If all we need to live and breathe is the space in-between. I'll give it to you
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Parchment & Petroleum
02:57
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A promise. A leap of faith. A dream was made. But it never really happened. Oh lost. Gone in a snap. Stolen just like that. And nothing ever really happened. All along the way I tried to get there. You fought it every single day. You're you, you've wasted time. You were out of line. And you got blood on your face again. You drained the youth. You've infected time. And you got blood on your face again. Endless, thoughts of yesterday. Mistakes I know I've made. And nothing ever really happened. You stole from me. Locked it away, as if by some twist of fate. You had the right to my future
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It's the light that's unforgiving. It's the flash you gave to me. You never said this is a journey. But a way to make ends meet. All in all I'll accept to suffer. So I can bathe in whatever you gave. But this light, this dream, this journey. Has been a nightmare to the grave. So you reach the way you know to. But that's not very much of a reach. It's a glance across the table. It's a heart that's refusing to beat. It's not about myself or anyone else it's obvious. It's manifested hate for the thing you create it's messy. All in all, I'll fall. It's your love that you just can't see. It's you who's killing me. Before the day your body's lost. I'll keep trying to be me until the wheels fall off. It's been a love and admiration for the one who always hears it a lot. It's the lack of self reflection that's made others claim you are not. One to change how you feel be it facts or compelling mistake. Will you be tired of all my bullshit when I come to visit your grave
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Liver
03:28
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Scatter my ashes far from the city. Yes, I assure you that I'm sure. What's the point of taking up space when you're no good anymore?. With all
we know and all we've seen. The borderline insanity. that
there's something better for you waiting on the
other side, I wish I could be so blind. to
believe anything I wanna hear
the truth is fucking
killing me
All along you've been. so sure about this dying thing. Like you get to know the deal. That everyone's been
wondering. Think of this a little bit the way that I do. If death is so wonderful then why bother with life too. You can't remember before you'RE born. If there's a lord they seem fucking bored. Why's your brain operate like a
toddler's mind, you die, it's over, dude it's fine
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S.A.F.E.T.Y.
01:13
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I talk now, like I never knew how. concentrated, aggravated, not that well. All while, at the same time. A bunch of party people fucking slither outside. Is this isolation or am I self-involved?. I'm stacking fears up on top of old
. There's a lot to unpack and to unfold. Fluoxetine, Citalopram, Paroxetine, More!. You call this S.A.F.E.T.Y. Why do all these awful things happen at the same time? Everything'd be cool if someone else could just do it right. Wait No. Everything'd be cool if we were more empathic, fact driven, thoughtful, open minded, less pathetic
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I always talk about the weight of situations. I never speak about how I'd ever try to fix them. I always take my eyes off the ball. A destitute, irresolute smear of humanity's fall. A bit of sustenance I need it, I need it. A little common sense I need it, I need it. I know the world will spin without me. I know that makes me small but. I know The world doesn't care about me. Or anyone else at all. I know the world will spin without me. I can't say that makes me cool but. I know The world doesn't care about me. Or anyone else at all. I always try to do my best to try and help when. I can barely get a grip on how I'm breathing. I'd rather put a task in front of my own. An excuse to abuse the word postponed. A LITTLE COnfidence i NEED IT, I NEED IT
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All Along It Coulda been a hope a dream a thing I see when I shut my eyes. But it's more like something, I grasp and hold my chest at night and wonder how this is my life. It's an illusion, a delusion that you paralyze the people who try to set you back. It's an intrusion, a slight of hand, a
misconception a falsity and a waste of breath. It's been a long ten years of wondering. Of seeing if this is all for me. And how my heart it beats in double time. I can't help but wonder if I did it right. I guess I'm sorry's not the
same as a solution. I don't feel bad because
you're aware of your intrusion. Oh my oh
my we're far past the
stable end
It's your problem and I don't care how you fix it. Now that you mention it. I wish it was a hope, a dream a thing I'd see when I shut my eyes. But you made it so Clear. That the dream at night would never REALLY come to life. Not the Same. Not the Same. Not the Same
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I will admit it's been a long year. YEA. The longest year. The longest year since LAST year. I will admit I've never been here. A wet puddle of fear staring in my mirror. & all my friends ask if I'm OK. "Hey, where ya been where ya been, man?" . Anxiety
laughing in my face, again. We're All
Frustrated . Deplorable & under dressed . We're All Frustrated . An aging & decaying mess . Oh god, I have to face them . What do I tell them? . That I'm sitting on my couch again?. Dear lord they wanna size me up and see if I still suck . but they probably know the answer...
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3 Year Defeat
03:38
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Summertime. When it happened to me. I remember my very first, very first time. I still see it when I shut my eyes. I remember the water. Being brighter than normal. I could feel my whole body, it's changing, it's rotting, it's changing, it's plotting. Please don't let this consume me. I will do anything. To get away from what could be. I don't want to be low again. Wintertime Shaking for different reasons. Half alive. The other half isn't me. It's a Simple math equation. Too much substance than abrasion. There's still a world for us to see. I feel the waves wash over me. The start of a 3 year defeat. But we're all right now so come on. And it took everything I had to destroy the last stash. Cause my mind's still on the trigger now, waiting to pull. Oh my god, my heart is racing. But at least it's on its own. It's the first time in a while that it's beating on its own
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A Little Bit
03:09
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Ain't it funny to think we could make a little money? Settle down, buy a couch, Grow old and die unwanting. But here I am on the curbside waiting for anything. A selfish dream that keeps me from giving to you. It's a little bit of waste your time. It's a little bit of conversation . It's a little bit of asking why. It's a little bit of indignation. Isn't it funny how growth is dependent on standing up for yourself?. I hope that you understand that I'm a cowardly man. The past year's been. A real binge, man. On staying inside for days. WonderinG how I could waste time with your beautiful face. It's a little bit of passing by. It's a little bit of salvation. It's a little bit of sleepless nights. It's a little bit more than sensation. Here I am on the front porch begging for anything. I'll take the shot as many times as I can till I can't. Bearing the weight of 1000 missed opportunities must get older as you watch me get older. I'd rather be older with you
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