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I want it to hurt
I want it to hurt
Somewhere in between my nerves and my knees
I want it to hurt
I want it to hurt
I want it to hurt
I'm watching you leave and I don't feel a thing
I want it to hurt
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I had a dream last night
About the 6 bus exploding
And I could see you
Inside
I knew consciously that I should've done something
But instead I stood there
And did nothing
But it felt good
And it felt right
Somewhere deep
Inside my mind
The way I see it
You don't get a deep down
Your character's exemplified
By what you throw around
So things don't look too great for you
It's all about context
And your poor sense of timing
I haven't slept in weeks
But neither have you
It’s rained every day this week
It’s rained all month
All fucking year
But I stand out here and get soaked
So I don't forget
But it felt good
And it felt right
Somewhere deep
Inside my mind
The way I see it
You don't get a deep down
Your character's exemplified
By what you throw around
So things don't look too great for you
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Congratulations
You've completed my transformation
From human being to ghost
And as your reward
I'll haunt you
Day after day after day
I watched you dying
Your life was fading quick
So I gave you all of mine
And if I had known that you'd be so ungrateful
I never would've given it up
But I can't turn back now
Or at least I can't find out how
To return to the world of the living
There's lots of shitty people
Including you
So I'm not sure that's something I'd wanna do
I'd much rather be embracing this disease
And scaring the hell out of you
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here lies
02:07
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These late summer nights might as well be chains
Tying me up in the September rain
You and I, back and forth on the porch
We don't have a clue where we're going anymore
I fell asleep in the yard
Blacked out drunk on the stars
Couldn't be fucked with my friends
Or their getaway cars
I won't open my mouth
Because there's nothing to say
I think that it's been a few years
Since you've listened anyway
I'm not so good at this dance that I do
But I'm pretty sure that neither are you
With heads in our hands and acid in our throats
The chorus comes in when we start to choke
You could've been so much more
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I was born an ocean
Always cold and always dark
Capsized, torn apart, I'm derelict
A dark sea of sinking thoughts
But if you release yourself into me
I won't ever let you drown
Chilling fog cuts to the bone
Obfuscating the waters unknown
A long walk along the coast
A brand new seaside home
Endless storms need riding out
Weaker beings, washing out
Serene light surrounds your face
Clearing skies and warmer days
But if you release yourself into me
I can plant your feet on solid ground
Chilling fog cuts to the bone
Obfuscating the waters unknown
A long walk along the coast
A brand new seaside home
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6. |
letters without stamps
02:08
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I want you to write me letters
In secret code and invisible ink
Walk down the street and drop them in my mailbox
Make the neighbors think you're up to something
And later tonight
Maybe they'll be right
Because you're always too much
And I'm never enough
At least that's what I'm always so afraid of
Let's go ride our bikes
And get cliche on four wheels
It's still too fucking hot in September
And I'm burning up between your sheets
And I'll tell you all about it
In the morning when we're older
Because you're always too much
And I'm never enough
At least that's what I'm always so afraid of
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speechless
04:10
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Do I know you?
Have we met before?
Because your voice sounds familiar
But I don't know who you are
Your face looks like it belongs
To someone from my past
But that someone I know
Would never act like that
I wanna leave you speechless
At a total loss for words
When you expect me to come crawling
And I pretend like I never heard
If you were a keeper
I think I'd rather keep to myself
I've got a sneaking suspicion
In the back of my mind
That you're looking for more
Than you could ever hope to find
At one point, I might have listened
Not simply blocked your calls
But even my patience has its limits
And I got sick of taking your falls
I wanna leave you speechless
At a total loss for words
When you expect me to come crawling
And I act like I never heard
If you were a keeper
I think I'd rather keep to myself
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Mother, help me
Oh, Mother, I think I'm dying
The secrets I keep keep me from falling asleep
And I don't know where to go
Reach down inside me
Clean me up
I've got nothing to offer
While I'm all stopped up
Leave me better for the next one
Or at least leave me okay on my own
Show me new ways to break
Because I'm getting sick of the same
Fractures splitting apart
Over and over again
Show me new ways to break
A different tack I can take
So this storm
Will leave me standing
Mother, help me
Oh, Mother, I think I'm dying
I keep having dreams of leaving these trees
But I don't know where I'd go
I think I'm supposed to be alone
A wandering presence forever lacking a home
I look for a place to hide
A place to bide my time
Show me new ways to break
Because I'm getting sick of the same
Fractures splitting apart
Over and over again
Show me new ways to break
A different tack I can take
So this storm
Will leave me standing
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9. |
get free
03:13
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I never went back to Carolina
And I made my peace with god
The devil's got nothing to say to me
Since I shrugged that fucker off
But I'm still on my knees
Staring down the night I've got ahead of me
Drown in this crowd while my heart recites
Its own brand of acidic poetry
I've been dying to get free
From the parts of me
That were never enough
For anything
Perfecting the art of distancing
In the hopes that one day
I'll be sleeping soundly
A heavy heart and demeanor to match
Understimulated but still overattached
Feeling too much for your own good
Come on, son, you know better than that
Don't look down, look back for anything
You're too old for that you know, best not be trying
There's nothing good in what you've left behind
That sweet voice that you hear is only lying
I've been dying to get free
From the parts of me
That were never enough
For anything
In bed with hopeless apathy
An underlying case of
Lack of proper planning
Hear you humming from another room
A discordant and chaotic tune
Almost manic in its harmony
Makes me want to be better for you
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I've been black ice
I've sent people off the road
And sometimes I'm still a werewolf
With fangs ripping holes in throats
But could you forgive me
If I told you that these are things
I never wanted to be
Once the sun rises again
And the moon sinks behind the trees
I'll sink in between the wants and needs
Of everything around me
Defanged, declawed
A patch of ice now thawed
I could never be what you want me to be
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keeper
09:06
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You're a keeper
Whether I want you or not
Watching me sleep
From the corner of my bedroom
I can hear you breathe
As you creep up next to me
Take me in your arms
My tiny bad luck charm
To think how I just about forgot who you are
Ignoring all the places that I leave in the dark
Don't let me be
I've got you to keep
The quietest disruption
You never say a word
Alone on a back road
I swear you whispered
"I'm sure you'd wait forever
No, you'll never let me go
And I'm content to leave you hanging
Onto a feeling that I will never know"
To think how I just about forgot who you are
Ignoring all the places that I leave in the dark
Don't let me be
I've got you to keep
You're a keeper
Whether I want you or not
Watching me sleep
From the corner of my bedroom
You know I'd wait forever
No, I'll never let you go
But you're content to leave me hanging
Onto a feeling that you will never know
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Shining Silver Bloomington, Indiana
existing in a crisis lol
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