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Syncopated
02:17
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It’s becoming that’s the hardest art.
So, if and when they tell you it’s easy,
they’re lying.
I’m not the person that I should be.
I’m not the person that I thought I’d be,
but if you need someone
to obsess over you constantly
I can be there.
I have escapist tendencies
cause what can I bring that the world needs?
I’d rather go on
a long Sunday walk
than go on
with this pandering.
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2. |
The Light Shatters
02:16
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I said I’d be there however things turned out,
and when I said I wasn’t sorry, I meant it.
Maybe I’m holding on to a lost cause,
but I don’t care.
Everything is fleeting,
and we’re all fleeing,
so how do I hold on to what’s real?
All I know is
through my window panes
the light still shatters.
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3. |
Neverywhere
02:48
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Okay. You still move me.
I don’t know what that means.
I just quit the scene
because I don’t know what you could see
in me, in the dark, in the dimmest light.
Why do you keep finding me out at night?
Why does it feel like?
We’re never where we are.
We’re never where we are.
We’re never where we are.
Why must it feel like
we’re so far away from?
Everywhere we are.
Everywhere we are.
Everywhere we are.
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4. |
Made You Smile
03:05
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I am brash when I
come into the room.
Standing in the full of view,
I guess I never get my full of you.
I’m lit when your eyes
begin to gleam with moon beams
Oh, just believe
we don’t always have to be so blue.
Sometimes we’re red like the sunrise, or
as green as the leaves outside on the Ides
of June, when I was
flying in the air of your love, areola, and running from
all the words that would send us swiftly falling back to earth.
I miss threading my hands through your bobbie hair
and kissing the grin of your teeth.
You can’t say I didn’t make you smile.
Old dreams
I’m no longer holding on to. I turn
my eyes to the gradient sky, and I smile.
Tragedy escapes me.
You can’t say I didn’t make you smile.
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5. |
Anti-hero
03:06
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When I was young
I just watched the world turn.
In misery,
fruitless limbs burn.
Sad and bare, I sat and stared
at all the flowers around me.
Now, whenever you’re there
I’m just not. I’m just not.
It feels like
We never talk. We never talk.
Have we lost ourselves
in the outer realms?
I tried to hide my heart
in fear of my feelings
I got lost in mock realities
to save myself
from the hurt,
but that’s just not how it works.
It only makes it worse.
Hell is a place on earth.
Don’t you think that it’s far too late to
be feeling the way you do?
Don’t you think that it’s far too late to
be feeling the way you do?
This world wasn’t meant for the meek,
the ones like you and me.
So come on out of your shell.
Let’s give ‘em hell.
Idle hands are the devil’s workplace.
Who told you that I was good
in the first place?
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