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let me think this over
let me think this through
I’m done falling over
leave the rest to you
what the hell are mistakes
I always do it right
not learning for a second time
what more lies could I shake
out of my sack
tired of all this baggage on my back
I’m done with everything
waiting for the prime excuse to retreat
find my flag to accept defeat
I just feel like sleeping
watch the sunset die
I’m too dead for dreaming
watch the starless sky
what the hell are “off days”?
I swear I’m doing fine
don’t need to get out, clear my mind
why’s the problem always
what I could be doing
and not what I’ve already done?
don’t feel like anything’s
gonna be the right course of action
spreading lives for traction
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Don't Stress Myself
02:13
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sun beckons the early morning
sheet’s on the floor and the body not too far
hopeful enough to leave it
not trusting enough to believe it
well I’m sure there’s a light at the end of the funnel
glaring at me from the entrance of the tunnel
I’m just not ready to take it
but maybe the world will accept me if I fake it
I don’t stress myself about it
I would be nowhere without it
wouldn’t mean shit if I didn’t allow it
don’t stress myself about it
I would be nowhere without it
suck it up and face the danger
skin crawling and curtains falling
I’m almost blind but for now I’m stalling
in this moment it feels like a prison
locked inside a sunset prism
well I long for the day when without purity
it feels more like a gated community
as if it already isn’t
it isn’t but soon
(gotta keep my eyes closed)
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it was a breezy summer
long days outside with the wind
making great observations
a light association alone
one day you met me here
on the orange hill where skies were clear
making great conversation
a furthering relationship sailing out into the ocean of trust
whatever you want to
whatever you want to
anything you want to be
whatever you want to
whatever you want to
is there anything else you need from me
just remember the imperfections
autumn was a warmer time
no hill, we stayed by the line
sharing stories and drinks
making us always think we’d be fine
war came around and they took you away
to an army base where you had to stay
overlooking a cross
and a bloodthirsty boss
and a fear of ever looking back
whatever you want to
whatever you want to
falsified truths with no courage and slack
whenever you want to
however you want to
I’ll always have this heart with your name on the back
just remember me in perfection
they trained you to stay cold in the face of feeling
they told you it only mattered if the pose you took was kneeling
I hope you come home one day
with hopefully a lot to say
and ideally you’d like to stay
and I’ll remember the imperfections
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Vibrator
02:12
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pressure building up for days
can't hold back to stay away
slowly approaching the golden low
shaking inside
really want to hide
stretched out my hand to take a shot
but I think the effort died
you don't know how much you care
until she's really there
long internal struggle to see if I'm too scared
to accept that there was zero chance
to avoid the sweet dead air
a quick decision to be made
could have stayed silent and stayed away
I thought by now I’d have matured
I thought I could have finally learned
open arms to greet a friend
if I’m willing to pretend
she doesn’t care
why should I mind?
it wouldn't be the first time
that I let bad faith combine
but it's okay
I’ll see her another day
what feels like Rubicon for me
doesn’t really have to be at all
now the vibrating can die
don't have to say goodbye
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open up your eyes
if you’re not surprised
you might be dying
come and follow my
lead if you don’t want to miss it
go in the wrong way
drive in the wrong lane
pick up the wrong date
following the wrong girl
she’s a daughter of the Scion dealership
one day it dawns on you
it’s been years and you’re not living
she won’t notice it
but she’s nonetheless forgiving
go in the wrong way
drive in the wrong lane
pick up the wrong date
following the wrong girl
in the wrong world
how didn’t you know
how didn’t you know
you tied yourself down with restrictions you put on yourself
and now you’re growing old with wasted gold on her
sitting unfulfilled
not worth the grand parade she gives you
open up your eyes
they told no lies
but they’re really stretching the truth
if you follow my
lead, you'll understand it all
go in the wrong way
drive in the wrong lane
pick up the wrong date
following the wrong girl
in the wrong world
she’s a daughter of the Scion dealership
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Old Love
05:16
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I sense you’re holding something back
something I’ll never get to know
you’re falling far from the converge
there’s nothing angry yet I haven’t heard
what’s the bad news you’re saving?
is it old love you’re craving?
times change, honey, is it worth it to quit?
holding in every line
but you can’t stop time
you changed, honey, so I’m taking the hint
you can take your chance and stay with me
or you can pick the right choice and be free
nothing I can do to make you see
anything other than the truth
you’re staying up much later now
not doing anything, just sitting down
it’s clear to me you’re tired of the same
but am I the one to pick up all the blame?
what’s the bad news you’re saving?
is it old love you’re craving?
it’s not funny when you sleep in my bed
holding in every line
but you can’t stop time
words mean something when you’re silent instead
used to be a happy two
you turned to stone I don’t know you
what happened, dear, it’s not that clear
a sentence might be fitting here
came together in better times
now we’re just two parallel lines
headed for a slow decline
in perpetual motion
I used up my chance to stay with you
clearly that was the wrong thing to do
nothing I can do to make you see
anything other than the truth
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You're A Dream
02:24
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I’m seeing strange things that I’m led to believe
will make me feel better but somehow it‘s worse
I’m finally on your level but I’m ready to leave
it feels like a blessing but it’s more of a curse
too bright for midnight
border surrounds like a moonbeam
feeling of defeat like a crimson truce
planting the third seed
nothing to believe in
but the friends who know you well to turn the lights out
other side of the wall, but I lie in doubt
I know you’re right there but in my heart you’re a dream
I’m feeling strange things that I’m led to believe
I’ll get used to one day if I really try
a differing connection where the senses deceive
but I don’t know that it’s right for me
too bright for midnight
border surrounds like a moonbeam
feeling of defeat like a crimson truce
planting the third seed
nothing to believe in
but the friends who know you well to turn the lights out
in spite of it all, I lie in doubt
in body you’re right there but in my mind you’re a dream
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mistaken for good person
thought I was okay
told them “get a vision test
you need it today”
might have been harsh but I think I was right
I’ll always back down if you put up a fight
I’ll never stand up for the things I defend
I’ll keep looking down when the stairs descend
surely they’re mistaken
the wrong samaritan taken
misguided halo
these gates shouldn’t have to let me in
error logged as fact
made the wrong impact
I’ve gotta run from heaven
deep thinker writes his life
of which he claims to be so much
so much more than a hermit
the one he deserves to be painted as
what goes up means nothing down
about as much use as a hole in the ground
I’m looking forward but I can’t see ahead
material skies of industrial lead
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Traction / The 19th
03:28
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land speed falling on the runway
wrinkles slide with traction
fired by employing heads
martyrs for the faction
cooler beds prevail over warm ones
surreal but to the focus groups
the charts line up
logicians on their knees
basted in Ancient Greece
the thoughts gain traction
all these seeds left planted but unwatered
never blooming, always looming
dry season is nigh as the clouds lie
will the blinds close before the trees get high?
wake up in the nursery
eyes draw cursory winks at the climbing minks
face planted on the windowsill
not sure why it ate the pill
sisters jailed in the cemetery, crying
lens cap on and the verdict's wrong, he's lying
gas mask cut in half sits slowly heating
grabbed the sisters' glowing hearts still beating
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End Of An Error
01:19
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the whites in her eyes keep me awake
how much more do I have left to take?
the sting that lights my dreams away
to leave me with bad words to say
a dreary faded pink silhouette
diluted by my stark regret
in retrospect, it hurt a lot
but by now she's hopefully forgotten
the shit we put each other through
horrors I will never have shown to you
desire to prolong the blue
that worked too well and left too true
a sign of the times is blinking
and here I find myself thinking
I hope her heart's not dead
asleep in her king-sized water bed
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Change Without Effort
05:08
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how lost a cause we have here
all shaken up and paralyzed
what once worked out has broken
is waking up a hard time?
my mouth’s so dry but I have to speak
there’s action out there where talk is cheap
aim for the heartbroken
leave some on the side for the misspoken
I’m not brave but it has to be said
I don’t think I want to be dead
but if given the choice between that and this
it’d be harder than you’d think
maybe one day my words won’t end in doubt
maybe one day I’ll get to figure out
this magic called approach
as if I’ll ever find change without effort
what a perfect day to die
I hope my second thoughts will take control
what a time to wonder why
would they even let me think this much?
wings of a fair weather
flying up and never thinking “what if I look down?”
one day I hope that I’ll be found
wedged at an angle in the ground
and they’ll wonder what the point of it all was
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up to speed
with the stress at hand and at heart
almost free
from the anxious troubles presented at the start
finally
escaping the rust of the nervous nails
hammered down
by the ideals at large
maybe this is my chance to shine
take the reigning king and throw him by the wayside
maybe this is my time to fly
and watch from above
what happens when you cleanse the world of love
now to settle down
it's time we talked of what's at stake
I'll be gone tomorrow
vanished by the time you'll be awake
much too much at stake
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Hit Me With Your Car
01:42
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these days I wander too much
space exploration and such
so bitter out at nothing
feel so frustrated something
I don’t know where you are
hit me with your car
a sea of rust machines
corroded reds and greens
too bright to find the line
of critical design
of this I do resign
help me draw this line
I’ll say I’m doing fine
hit me with your car
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caught the spark flying
over your arm crying
is something wrong?
you know you can always come to me
were the lights too bright?
is it too dark tonight?
I understand the best that I can
do I need to take you home?
I get what you mean when you say to me
you need to head back to your reverie
I’d ask to take me with you
but I get why you say no
I’ll wait by the fireplace of your warmth
where everybody thinks you’re cold
my paper heart queen, I know what I’ve seen
I don’t want to watch you fold
last night I found you
staring at the basement light
no words, just faces
as if you and the world were different places
how’s the head? is it
another week of almost dead?
I’m here for you
but if you don’t say something, I won’t know what to do
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Rock Fucking Bottom
02:29
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I still feel like a child, need my mother to
hold my hand
bottled up isn’t right, wish I could cry on command
can’t just like my choices when those who made the same complain
can’t be content with anything with this tumor they call my brain
I swear I can feel my muscles contract already
if my soul was ready to leave I wouldn’t ask it to stay
oh I suppose I’d finally learn if I collapsed first
rock bottom’s only a heartbeat away
know I should just go to bed, staying up won’t help a thing
overthinking it all, too focused yet forgetting
once at peace with the world, though I know it’s not worth that right now
once at peace with myself, just keep saying I earned it somehow
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The Slow Dance Of Death
15:19
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in the beginning there was something
undeniably a sense of one
where unity and love spread out like harmony
and made this mere existence kinda fun
circles of people living happily
like ripples from the sacred pond
no words explained this sort of closeness
but nonetheless they shared this sacred bond
one day their bodies thought to vibrate
and with the rhythm, played along
who would complain about a little dance
to go with pleasant little song?
as days stretched on the weeks felt longer and longer
the sun stopped rising every night
as bones cracked, bodies dragged into the dark forest
with every candle burning bright
one little future
one little hand
one little guiding light to put them in this trance
something in the soil?
something in the water?
in the beginning there was something
but now it’s just a slow dance
what I’d give to be them
no need to worry if I’m ready to die
it’s hard to feel okay at this hour
but in our sleep we fly
you never think you’d burn out so hard
you never think you’d burn out so hard
but they’re the kind of people you’d let sleep in your backyard
and yet I’m starting to feel like deforestation
like it’s finally time to burn it all to the ground
leaving nothing behind as I’d found
find the long-coveted mental break, run into the woods
I don’t feel okay
I don’t know if I want to
I’m not all right here
but will it ever get better?
I’m not sure
I don’t want to be
can’t improve the situation
only looking out for me
open your mind - but just a little bit
wouldn’t want to get some good ideas in
open your mind - but just a little bit
an empty room’s a mighty tomb for every little inspiration
I almost don’t want to know the eulogies they’d make
as if I did anything right to be remembered by
or would they just point and laugh at my funeral?
as we walk further into the night
we lose track of what feels right
and it drags on further until I’m not strong
my heart’s still beating but the rhythm is gone
barely crawling as I beg for sleep
not a desire most find deep
but as I walk closer, slowly, to my bed
I almost hope suddenly I’ll find myself dead
no matter what the situation calls for
I’ll almost always hope for a collapse
like nothing can change unless it goes to shit first
as if there’s nothing wrong with that
I hope I’m happy when I wake up
I don’t think I’m ready to die
at an hour like this it’s hard to say grounded
but in our sleep we fly
one little future
one little hand
one little guiding light to put me in this trance
something in the soil?
something in the water?
in the beginning there was something
but now it’s just a slow dance
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