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Bleed
03:24
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My fathers on my shoulders, reminding me of who I am, but I’m torn between who I hate more. Is it me or him? Who I hate more, is it me or him. I’m starting to comprehend just what this means to you. Live and bleed we love or die. Too late, now my heart won’t try forgiving you. And now I’m stitching myself up at the seams from where you tore yourself me. With my feet placed firmly on the ground, I know its you who bled me out. And I can’t believe this is how its meant to be. I cant believe. Believe, I can’t believe it all. I can’t believe it all. Believe I can’t. Believe it all. Believe, I can’t believe it all. Believe I can’t. Believe it all. Believe. I can’t believe at all.
I’m starting to comprehend what just what this means to you. Live and bleed we love or die. Too late, now my heart won’t try forgiving you.
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Trip
02:52
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Talking around in way that makes me think it’s all for show but I know you’re pressured. Yeah I know you’re pressured. And they’ll make it seem, I’m frowning upon the person you’re trying to be. It doesn’t mean a thing to me. Caught tripping over your two feet, and your words keep walking steadily. If I’m dazed then you’re confused, and in a smoky haze I wish that you’d see it too. Think I’m perfect. I’m not perfect. I can be imperfect too. (I know that I’m not perfect). Can you figure it out? How a substance rolling freely beside you, can role beside me too? And they’ll make it seem, I’m frowning upon the person you’re trying to be. It doesn’t mean a thing to me. Caught tripping over your two feet, and your words keep walking steadily.
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Nothing Gold
02:25
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I’ve been there before, chasing the paint as it falls to the goddamn floor. It all keeps reminding me. It’s all gold, hanging on to every bit of breath that I have saved. I’m begging to feel it change the way that I speak, to say the least. So haunt me why don’t you, haunt me? From what I know things have to freeze every time it snows outside. So keep haunting me to feel alive. Daughters to mothers, fathers and sons. Is it fair to assume that I’m the only one? I’ve tried to make sense of it all, when everything is getting larger the more I fall. Nothing gold. Nothings gold. Nothing at all.
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Spun
02:48
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Push you a little harder so you can feel tonight. And the hurt from your whisper changes the way you think your life’s alright. Stay awake. Just stay. Awake I am a gun. Inside my brain I am no fun. Like bullets to my head again, I am a drug. I am your friend. A small rush in the morning, and then you’re spun. I know it hurts to stay. Go ahead and run. Awake I am a gun. Inside my brain I am no fun. Like bullets to my head again I am a drug. I am always, like a new disease in your veins. Swimming through your veins with a taste of new disease, and through your heart like an open wound, you feel it in your knees. Stay awake. (Away) Awake I am a gun. Inside my brain I am no fun. Like bullets to my head again, I am a drug. I am your friend. Again, again, again in side your head.
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Half Asleep
01:47
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I’m half asleep if you’re half asleep too. Its not where I sleep, its where you lay. To be left alone, my soul decay. I’m half asleep if you’re half asleep.
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Heavy Eyes
02:05
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I can’t find the time that’s passed. Hours lost and broken glass. So sand keeps pouring in every direction my mind has never been. Fill my eyes. Torment me in my dreams, where I survive back through a Markham home where you forgot me. I’m exhausted of racing time. And like a dove you’re a messenger, to wake me up. Is it enough? I’m wondering if our seconds split are our minutes broken. (Replace me). I can’t find the time. Replace me.
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Like Daisies
03:09
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If there were flowers in your hair, I’m sure that everything would be better than this. Could you fall without, leaving all these pedals on my wrists? Because I am left to pick them up and throw them to the wind. I can’t keep myself straight in this garden where you stand. Am I alright? Quit waiting on the weather to change when there’s no point at all. Growing out like roots, flowerless. Lie awake with daisies in your hair. Is it alright if I’m not alright, watching you lie awake? Stay without a care at all. Outside I’m leaning on your worst intentions. All my bones are broken, and I don’t feel a thing. Bury me beneath the dirt, lifeless at your roots. You’re flowerless. Lie awake with daisies in your hair. Is it alright if I’m not alright, watching you lie awake? Stay without a care at all. Bury me. Why don’t you bury me?
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Bed Ridden
02:07
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Maybe I just think that cutting ties with all your worth is short notice. And what worries me, is everything. Since your paper walls have kept you trapped, you stay buried in your sheets and it seems collapsed. All the folding and every crease, like waves of sand you stand around and grind your teeth. Can you please just fight with everything that seams. With everything in between. Maybe I just think that cutting ties with all your worth is short notice. And what worries me is the slight of sound in your own head. And you know that, because you feel it when your heart stops kicking. Can you believe in what’s hiding with everything in between?
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Funeral
00:30
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Sinking like rocks. Setting like stone. So set on sinking.
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Once In A While
02:37
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Fall windows fade like old stained glass, when colours drain in black and white for winter days. This sickness flies by my head on most days, but once in a while I let it pull me away. Where shimmer is as silver does. Where home wasn’t a house but it was the sense of changing like moths. At a stained glass window comes weathers fade. Pull me away. But I’ve seen worse. Let in bloom, repeat it in rebirth. And let live, once in a while.
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