1. |
low
04:45
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we felt so invincible
but we were only eighteen
and now the years are starting to get to me
soon i'll be pushing thirty
still trying to stay clean
thinking about plastic roses in glass
and feeling low
i heard that you overdosed
while i'm in sober living
try to retain the memories of my wedding
you were her maid of honor
that's about all i can conjure
why do i even try to bother
when i'm feeling so low
i stayed in bed all day
tried to find another picture
wishing that the past didn't fly by so fast
just once more and i'll be through
the shit that'll keep me sane
i really really don't wanna do
i wanna keep me low
i learned to keep the ones you love
at a needle's length
this sacreligious, hanging apathy
is killing me
but not fast enough
and my mind feels lighter than ever
but my head still hangs low
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2. |
light leaks
02:48
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we lost ourselves
on the bank of the river
we set hope aflame
and nudged it from shore
and snapped a picture
your mind is glass
and mine is set in stone
we dried out the flowers
and hung them on the wall
over our bed
and it meant nothing to you
this ring made out of tape starts to wear out
now i got nothing to lose
light leaks to underground
we found our love
with a can on a string
then you cut the cord
and put us through hell
but i'm not aware
my eyes are glass
and my brain is made of stone
i'll end my life
and sleep in the dirt
and dream of polaroids
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3. |
blue
04:20
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bored, high, blue, suicide
consume my life
my body's aging faster
than my mind
green, black stripes over my chest
until i die
i can't remember the rest
it's trapped inside
wait for a sign of failing
before i speak
dream under silk and flowers
and reach my peak
lost time and wasted years
i'm feeling weak
pink footballs, peaches easing
head in the sink
sick, dry, to gone to fuck
this sunny day
blue face and bloody noses
get in my way
should i donate my heart
too soon to say
red roses, abstract notions
they both decay
too stupid to surrender
too scared to pray
dream of losing my last breath
a sad display
lost love and wasted years
too dumb to try
hold tight with empty hands
to a blue sky
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4. |
waiting
03:42
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someday i'll get my own wheels and drive
you to the spot that you like
with a view of the skyline
the pink clouds reflected in your eyes
but what'll happen if i burn the foil at both ends?
and have to start over again?
and throw it all to the wind?
a poison dream i can't comprehend
believe i don't have to worry for long
waiting for my life
waiting for everything to go wrong
believe it won't play out that way
waiting for my heart
waiting to give it all away
'casue waiting for you is the best thing i can do
i wish i could hold you in my arms
we're not even that far apart
what a beautiful start
i'll write this song to the rhythm of my heart
i'll try and keep my worries at bay
it seems better off that way
god, it's such a cliche
i overthink everything that i say
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5. |
poppy bouquet
04:10
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see through a blinding, white light
maybe i'm just fucked in the head
look onward, still out of sight
mouth moving, still don't know what i've said
and getting clean doesn't kill the depression
it lingers and festers every day
and helplessness is a side effect of anger
my beautiful coffin and poppy bouquet
lost in a dark mausoleum
dear lord are vampires real?
maybe i'll buy a rosary
"hey kid, i know you know that wasn't the deal"
and i will dance all around my insecurities
laughing along and play pretend
and having sex was ruined by my jealousy
coughing up dirt and spiraling to the end
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dreaming of a life we could have had
but we went our separate ways
now you just wear me out
smoke a cigarette on the back porch
you said i should quit
picking up the pipe instead
this marriage, smoking too much hard
up for days, panic attacks
it's time for the blue and pink pills
the fog has lifted from my brain
fentanyl will kill the pain
i've gotta learn how to love myself
i've gotta learn from my mistakes
a hospital bed to comtemplate
seizing up with a needle in my arm
and it's going to my head
i'll cry and tell you it's too late
poor me, pour me another drink
i hope i make it out of hell
before my life's a cautionary tale
before i forget what i've said
before my christian guilt puts me in jail
before the devil knows you're dead
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