1. |
at least you got away
02:39
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sell yourself short
so you wont be disappointed
dont stop crying
theres nothing wrong with being alone
so you tell yourself those lies
like everything’s alright
though youre broken on the inside
your heart still beats just fine
swing the sickle of an empty harvest
half-bloomed, but you regardless
and know he’s gone
at least you got away
heartache’s long
(but there’s happiness in pain)
can’t shake dead weight so damn heavy
A slower black keeps my hands steady
so you tell yourself those lies
like wounds heal with time
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2. |
just maybe
03:39
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you clean up nice
spilled spiked punch with wine
seemed uptight
said his name with spite
let me cast away things that bring you pain
come back to me,
sweet sun-kissed valley
silence finds me before sleep
but when im awake,
I cant wait to be dreaming
its the mistake you cant shake
its the charade of fail-safe
but i know somewhere in your body you care somewhere so damn unclear
and I know in some sense while your eyes turn to red you dont want this to end
or just maybe, it’s just me
despererately waiting for you
in my sheets and ill come clean
or just maybe, it’s just you
desperately wanting me to chase you
this takes two
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3. |
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fall into sleep
lay your head where her heart beats
are you still cold
under the quilt your past has sewn
you lie yourself down
like a heavy thorn crown
crawl to your cave
carved every line moms face
you display acrimony
its lost love that you're withholding
the sun speaks to you
when she wont
you don't sound so well
through the phone
we draw from the same well
this common thread not made to sell
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4. |
us reimagined
02:56
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a stiff drink before a meal
helps me think around you people
constantly asking me how i feel
like telling lies under a cathedral
youve got your alibis before invites
at least for once youve made up your mind
that nervous tick
from something nostalgic
weak in the knees and sick to stomach
a past set in stone a home never lasting-
an endless forever of finding a fit
my last bets were thrown on us re-imagined-
a fit off by fractions of half of an inch
this crude night tastes like
cyanide, bitter poison and undisguised
this cruel knife feels right-
split the space between you and i
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