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Closure
02:58
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I can feel the end of the life we’re used to.
Aimless drives, the wind cuts through our eyes.
The fun’s over; sing sweet sorrow to my good youth.
Blurred nostalgia means it’s true: we filled our lungs with pretty laughs and cliches.
Said goodbye to the nights that seemed endless,
filled with cheap drinks and stress, that kept me hung on every word we said.
Oh how can I forget 6am conversations?
We trade our hopes and fears ’til the sun comes up.
The fun’s over; sing sweet sorrow to my good youth.
Blurred nostalgia means it’s true: we filled our lungs with pretty laughs and cliches.
Said goodbye to the nights that seemed endless, filled with cheap drinks and stress,
that kept me hung on every word we said.
I feel it coming in my head, spreads through our hands and pulls us in.
I feel it coming in my head; I’m not ready for the end.
I feel it coming in my head, spreads through our hands and pulls us in.
I feel it coming in my head; I’m not ready for the end.
Take me back to nights we broke onto our buildings.
The fake-city view was enough for me.
The fun’s over; sing sweet sorrow to my good youth.
Blurred nostalgia means it’s true: we filled our lungs with pretty laughs and cliches.
Said goodbye to the nights that seemed endless, filled with cheap drinks and stress,
that kept me hung on every word we said.
I can feel the end.
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I don't feel like myself, I keep hoping that someday I'll wake up as someone else.
And these thoughts: they don't pierce my soul, they rip me from my seams.
And it's my point of view that skews reality.
The weight of the world is feeling like nothing makes me whole.
Please tell me I'm fine, I'm alright
as I fall, crash to the ground.
It's a curse, how could I break free?
My mind is lost from my body.
I don't feel like myself. I've got bad habits
that I tend to display on a shelf.
I'm so sorry to scare you, 'cause your face says it all
and you don't know what to do.
Why'd I become you? Make me feel like I'm insane.
It's misconstrued, mirrors burned into my brain.
But these things, they lie. I know it all too well.
And I've been fooled by a version of myself.
These thoughts: they don't pierce my soul, they rip me from my seams.
And it's my point of view that skews reality.
The weight of the world is feeling like nothing makes me whole.
Please tell me I'm fine, I'm alright
as I fall, crash to the ground.
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3. |
Modern Romance
03:56
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I turned my back on you. Walked away straight down the hall,
where we first broke all the rules.
With that grin, you knew I'd be back.
You lit the fit, I ate the match.
Bouquets of empty promises were all you left
on my back step.
Who was there to say "I wasn't to blame?"
If that's what you call love, you put it to shame.
Tight within your grasp; your hooks in me so deep,
but they keep me afloat; they put me to sleep.
The truth can set you free,
but I've been on the run from mine
since 2013.
Patchouli scents and gray Civics remind me how
you seemed so slick.
Words with deeper meanings were all you ever whispered in the cold.
Who was there to say "I wasn't to blame?"
If that's what you call love, you put it to shame.
Tight within your grasp; your hooks in me so deep,
but they keep me afloat; they put me to sleep.
[ Never come around again, no more words to hold you in.
Fan the flames that burnt too bright. Wrong can seem so right. ]
I can't breathe in this room; your walls close on my home.
You like me at sixteen 'cause I don't know what that means.
I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do.
Smiles of lust mean nothing when I'm not the only one.
Who was there to say "I wasn't to blame?"
If that's what you call love, you put it to shame.
Tight within your grasp; your hooks in me so deep,
but they keep me afloat; they put me to sleep.
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Persimmon
04:19
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It's been pretty dark out there lately.
I can see the clouds rolling towards us, slowly.
Forget your motivations of praying,
you never understood the essentials of healing.
It's not the life I was used to and you don't know what to say
when every word and emotion have all wasted away.
'Cause even if you'd stick around, you'd still be vain.
You'd rather fool the whole crowd than join the team.
You cry as you seclude everything that doesn't seem to hurt you.
I'd rather feel the pain with something to do
than pretend the world owes something to you.
I've been making excuses too long,
caught up in your game where I was just a pawn.
All our memories had been damaged
once your false intentions had all vanished
and every sweet symphony has all wasted away.
'Cause you just preach for a cause you don't believe
and what's the point of placing blame when your the same?
You cry as you seclude everything that doesn't seem to hurt you.
I'd rather feel the pain with something to do
than pretend the world owes something to you or me.
You can keep your false advocacy; it has no weight
if you can't prove your face until it shapes your face,
fuels your fear, consumes your fate.
[ Sinking through my head, underground I try to catch my breath,
Signing over my soul; I'm bound to take the deal.
Can't get back up while I'm trying to get by,
I'll try to enjoy the view. ]
'Cause you just preach for a cause you don't believe
and what's the point of placing blame on those you shame
to fuel your pride when you're the same?
It's been pretty dark out there lately. I can see the world hurling towards us quickly.
There's no hope to wish that you'd save me,
you reap all the damage you claim to help clean.
Wanna win the party favor, so you sit and whine 'til the party's over.
Find somewhere else to be insincere, 'cause your not welcome here.
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