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I don't wanna be another person on your list of almosts.
I called you out on good intention.
I sacrificed my own discretion.
But now you're impeding my sense of self
and now you pretend that you're somewhere else.
If only we could peel off all our skin
to fix ourselves again.
Then you would trust that I'm still here.
I'm still here; I promise I'm still here.
I keep hearing voices telling me to leave.
Those voices are me.
I don't think it's ordinary, but neither are you
or the lies you undo.
Places, pictures.
Our hearts align at different times
but distances were trivial as long as we were both alive.
Faceless faces never felt like anything
compared to yours; compared to mine.
Complacent in everything.
It's as if I met you yesterday
even if our times are gone
and even if you fell for them.
It's as if I met you yesterday.
I'll never let it go.
I'll never let you go.
I lost my way home.
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PWND
02:55
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Can we wait another year?
This all seems so foreign to me.
Don't be sorry for my loss; there's nothing you can find.
What am I supposed to say? It's fine; I'll be okay.
Where's my home now?
The bed is made but I'm never sleeping.
I feel you here.
But the door is locked and you'd mislead me
So that I'd think
You never left and you're on your way back.
Every time I think of all the bridges that we burned
through disagreements over shit we never learned
I can't help but think that there was more I should've said
to let you know you let me down but we were silent, instead.
Where's my home now?
The bed is made but I'm never sleeping.
I feel you here.
But the door is locked and you'd mislead me
So that I'd think
You never left and you're on your way back.
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3. |
Sounds Like Prawn
05:30
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Waiting for you
to take back your indifference.
An idle disposition
won't let me be leave my house.
Why do I get so nervous?
I'm starting to protest this state of mind.
The silence will eventually consume me.
I'm tired of calling you late at night
because I'm feeling dissatisfaction.
I would do anything.
Why do I get so nervous?
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4. |
Gingerbread
03:56
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i feel i fucked by losing you
you had one foot out the door and another on its way in
i should've listened to the silence that echoes through our poor decisions
old words fall apart
but most of all i just hate that i still want you
it's all your fault is all i know
i can't figure out how to let you go
our bodies touched, now we're fucked
i should've seen the pictures growing old
i should've caught you on the times you told me i was never right
old words lose life
pushing back our memories has made them all come back to me
we don't reach far
it's now perfectly clear that this goes full circle
it's all your fault is all i know
i can't figure out how to let you go
our bodies touched, now we're fucked
i should've seen the pictures growing old
we grow this way
don't stray away
it's all your fault is all i know
i can't figure out how to let you go
our bodies touched, now we're fucked
i should've seen the pictures growing old
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5. |
Morrison
03:29
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6. |
Steve
04:49
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i used to think about loss as unconditional
but your absence is an absence with condition
i used to think we never went and our stagnant state was permanent
but your impermanence haunts me every day
i feel like i never got to process
but what's to process there's not progress and no hope for anything
will you answer my calls
why won't you answer my calls
assess my body and drain my energy
my anger isn't all i've learned to hide from
repress the lights on broken nights
i'll live on even if i have to live numb
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7. |
Frank
07:34
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i'm counting every second of every day of every year
relying on the time i'm wasting
stealing words from verses of all our favorite songs
arranging all the lines for when we'll never talk
i'm inclined to accusation but there's no one to accuse
except for untouched instruments in this empty room
the sound of silence deafens me; it glorifies the vacancy
that tends to complicate thoughts
i'm falling short of sanity; is this even my mentality?
what exactly is telling my lungs to breathe?
slowly we die for all of our lives
and i'm not scared for that at all
slowly we die for all of our lives
we embrace the words until we fall
slowly we die for all of our lives
someone paint these empty walls
slowly we die for all of our lives
embracing words until they fail
to comfort our hearts any longer
it's nothing shy of speculation
to be making these implications
slowly we die for all of our lives
and i'm not scared for that at all
slowly we die for all of our lives
we embrace the words until we fall
slowly we die for all of our lives
someone paint these empty walls
slowly we die for all of our lives
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