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Too Little Too Late
01:48
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I want nothing more than to be rid of this face
I've tried brushing it off like a victim of circumstance
We destroyed ourselves, destroyed each other.
We ruined our chance to make ourselves prouder (our younger selves)
If that kid could see us now
We'd hide our faces in these halls of smoke
He'd find us with the beer and the blood on the ground
I want nothing more than to be rid of this face
But the excuses have piled on top of what was our mighty soapbox
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Familiar Shapes
01:51
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Look into my eyes and know that
I'm holding on to this moment as long as I can
Watching your mouth make those familiar shapes
That I keep patterned in my mind
I couldn't forgive myself
If I left without saying goodbye
I'm trying to hold like glue
But all I feel is the weight
Every passing moment feels like it could be the last
Your anxious eyes tell me that this could be it
If I can't find the strength to keep fighting
I'll find the courage to do it for you
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How comets collide, like shooting stars
We crash at random as the pendulum swings
Fracture of a fracture
Like paper in the wind
Eyes never meet
Hearts never tire
Reach in Pull back
Each other hearts
Into our hearts
In and out of frame
Of each other's frameworks
Ungratefully gifted
Denying what was
Denying the stars
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4. |
House Fire
02:37
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Gas leak, I burst in to flames
Now we all share the same headaches
Empathy learned through walking on eggshells
I always felt closer in catastrophic spiraling out together
All of these things I didn't know
I'd have to figure out for the both of us
Rooted in my being, inherited dysfunction
Left chasing these false fires inside my head
I'll clench my fists, and grind my teeth
Living with the tension is something you taught me
So I'll sit in my room and ignore the weight
Of resentful stares over dinner plates
I carry all these pieces of you
Where do you end? Where do I begin?
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Crashing waves
Eighteen stories high
Drag me down
Through the vanishing tide
Turn me over
Smooth out all my flaws
Tumbled into seaglass
Tumbled into seaglass
And it breaks and it breaks and it breaks me all over again
Again and again
Into a softer beast that you can tame
It breaks me again
And it breaks me again
Into a softer beast that you can tame
And it breaks me again
It breaks me again
Into a softer beast that you can tame
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Frayed At The Ends
02:54
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All I ask for is one last affirmation
Prove to me that I am more than the sum of all my faults and failures
With the sureness of clockwork
Distortions manipulations manifest
And fall back in time with the patterns
That I have carved with the same tools
I used to build these confines
The world will keep spinning
Whether we face these contradictions
Or choose again to fall face first into the rocks
Regardless of what we can stomach
Time will serves its dues without forgiveness
I'm looking for something to feel like we can still be anything
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7. |
Calloused
04:21
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Where is the reprieve because we were told that there was much more Than scraping by through these pitfalls
Once thriving and autonomous
Cheated out of life cheated out of progress
We have become so stagnant
Apathy has buried us under its hold
Try anything do anything
My eyes wide your legs tired
Now every passing year
Feels like one car crash to the next
Too scared to fight for for this life
Becoming calloused and Jaded
And it begs the question,
What other idyllic fantasy could you conceive
When you've become so wasted and spent
We're so calloused, jaded
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8. |
At Best Die A Liar
02:26
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We wear our masks so tightly
Painted with
Bleeding scrawl lettering
Marking transgressions
And calculating
Slights made in passing
There are things
Better left unsaid
And things that bear repeating.
And you would say
Can't we just make like children
And play pretend once again
We dance in circles gagged
With our hands tied
At an arms length
Backs to the walls
Minding the exits
Living out narratives
Too cheap to put into print
I want it to be said
And I want you to hear it
So let the words trapped in our throats
Be pulled out from our barbed wire tongues
And rewrite the score to our histories
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Vices
02:21
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We're in love with the cycle by design
Don't see a problem it's a flawless solution
Thoughts like bullets
Time to stimulate
Don't see a problem
I watched myself give in to the program of self compromise
Don't see a problem
What about when the room won't stop spinning?
Wake up to cold spikes and harsh realities
I've found myself looking for answers there too reeking of vomit and urine
Killing ourselves with our vices
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