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I always pictured you a little taller, with more hair on that face.
That stoic silhouette stared me down. Put me back in my place.
I don't mean to offend. My attitude may just be misplaced.
But I been alone here and not once in all these years did you offer me a saving grace
and that strikes me as offensive
I know I should shake your hand. I should have a smile on my face.
But about the only thing you taught was that dishonesty is in poor taste
So if you care, you've run out of time to waste
I'm a lost cause, I don't wanna meet god, I already hate most of what he creates
from what I can tell the feeling's mutual
but that doesn't strike me as unusual
I wont make it to may. I'm 21 today and I know I'm young but I just
don't see much worth holding on to.
I'm not fucking depressed. I'm a god damned realist
and I confess I never cared for home
Thanks for the offer, but I politely refuse.
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Do you ever stop to watch a commercial or 2
and think about what they're selling and who they're trying to sell it to?
and i wonder, to which demographic do i belong? Despite what I say, I wish I knew.
i'd pay a monthly free if it'd keep a smile on my face
and I'd call your hot lines if they'd keep my head in the right place
i'd give what I could to keep my cynicism at bay
if you could promise me I won't despise all I see, I'd listen to anything you had to say
cause they're selling dreams on that tv, today.
realities I wish I had at prices I know I could pay
but none of which speak directly to me
if theres a product promising more, I'll gladly sign it all away
I'm a hard motherfucker to please
a thorn in your side, a whole new kind of disease
I'll be the first to say "what you got aint for me."
"cause it don't hurt, it don't sing, it don't live, it don't bleed."
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plz make out with me
02:38
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those nimble fingers. the softest voice you've ever heard.
a taste that lingers, making magic from nouns and verbs
and I could just picture her under the overpass
we breathe slow and heavy, i firmly grasp and she whispers
"what I don't know, I'm looking to learn"
and my lust doesnt mean I'm owed a god damn thing
but whats the harm in buying a pretty girl like that a drink?
soft smiles can make most intentions known
and I know she aint looking to leave alone
and the more she talks of music the more my heart sinks
if looks could kill would you hold me still as I fade away in your arms?
and as i go, for my last request, could you play me one of your songs?
what soft lips. what a shame, miss, it would be to leave here without having them meet mine
that sunflower hair. i didnt mean to stare. but to let that pass me by would be a crime.
if looks could kill would you hold me still as I fade away in your arms?
but as i go for my last request could you... just... fucking hook up with me? thanks!
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lo-fi love
03:26
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you may not like the way you laugh, but i love it so
you dye and cut your hair, but i wish you'd let it grow
the devils in the details, the fluorescent paint on your fingernails
those green eyes the way your hair smells and the piercings you never really show
sometimes i could swear your lips turn to flower petals when we kiss
my heart is clumsy and quick but with you i am calm and slow
im a young fool i know my place among the stars
i could lead a full life i could own every diamond and every car
if i knew how to get there, if i knew the quickest route
i could never take it if it didn't leave room for you
im a hopeless realist, an indecisive child
but i hope that doesnt deter from staying here with me for just a little while
i rarely meet a person i can feel natural next to
and i wouldnt mind the weather sitting hand in hand with you
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life support
03:02
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you look just as pretty in that dress as I thought you might
you looked even cuter out of it, but thats a story for another night
it seemed like you were ecstatic with how things went
and you said a whole lot but who knows how much you really meant
it was something like "if I have to die I'll go out with a bang"
"I want my skull cracked and bruised I want my car wheels to sing"
"a violent mess that no real god would ever allow"
"i'm less concerned with the 'why' than I am with the 'how' "
"and I'm telling you it'll hurt
but I can deal with pain in short bursts
and anythings better than suffering in my miniscule corner of earth"
i've never been so turned on in my life
i swear for just a second i thought i had met my wife
i bet if i let her list her favorite bands i would have lost my fucking mind
but something in me just couldnt give her the time
i love the way the sun hits your hair
and i love the way i can tell when you dont really care
but when you wanted me most i wasnt there
no i wasnt there
but given the option today
id never leave your side
id give you all i once gave to my pride
i guess this is something now a days i should keep inside
but keep in mind
ive yet to say goodbye
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smile like you mean it
02:46
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i looked in the mirror to see if I still hate the person staring back into me
but to my suprise, he seemed to be alright.
Little slouch in his posture, some regret in his eyes
he's alright.
he's alright.
he's alright, he's been through worse times
he's survived the bitter end of chances he'll never get again
and now he's stuck moving hand in hand with time
it could've been a rockwell scene
this american youth just bursting at his seams
sharing a milkshake with the girl of his dreams
until his true self intervened
he's been blessed. he's been cursed. and to this day he cant tell which hurts worse.
he had so much to say, did his best to sieze each day and now he questions how much it was all worth
he's alright
he says he's fine.
he says to worry for today, keep the past in its own time.
why miss what you chose to lose. put yourself in her shoes
and tell me what you think you would do
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i came home too early
02:15
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I THINK I FORGOT MY SWEATER ON YOUR FLOOR LAST NIGHT. WHEN I LEFT I WAS TOO DRUNK TO DRIVE.
THEN YOU CAME OUT AFTER CAREFUL CONSIDERATION AND TOLD ME "I NEED YOU ALIVE."
"CAUSE WHO WILL HOLD MY HAND BEFORE I SLEEP?
WHO WILL GIVE MY HEART A REASON TO BEAT?
WHO WILL LET ME FUCK THEM OVER AND JUST ACCEPT DEFEAT?"
SOMEONE WHO ISN'T ME.
I'LL RIP YOUR CORPSE OUT THE CAR AND DRAG YOU HOME TO YOUR OLD HOUSE ON DPA.
WE'LL PASS THE BLUEBERRY MARKS ON THE BRICKS BY THE GYM. RUN MY HANDS ACROSS, AND WALK AWAY.
YOUR SLURRED SPEECH SAID IT ALL, WE WERE DEAD BEFORE I KNEW.
I'M A MAN OF MY WORD AND I HOPE BY NOW YOU KNOW THAT'S TRUE.
AND ONLY BY YOUR DRUNKEN REQUEST, I WON'T LET THEM BURY YOU.
AND I'M TERRIFIED OF WHAT THAT MIGHT ENSUE.
I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES. DON'T FEEL WEIRD THE THOUGHT HAS CROSSED MY MIND TOO.
YOU SEEM REAL TIRED. YOU'RE NOT READY FOR THIS WALK, SO IF YOU'D LIKE I COULD CARRY YOU. IT TOOK AWHILE FOR ME, TOO.
MY THROAT BURNS TRYNA MAKE SENSE OF WHAT I WANNA SAY
MY HEARTS HEAVY CAUSE IT HAD TO WAIT UNTIL TODAY
MY HANDS SHAKE BECAUSE I KNOW DEEP DOWN I'LL PROBABLY JUST WALK AWAY,
AND NOT A CELL IN MY BODY THINKS THAT'S OKAY.
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i'll die a fuck up
02:30
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theres an angel in my bed and she won't go away. it seems shes here to stay
She says she knows when I'll die but I said "so do I." I stopped breathing yesterday
I put a bullet in my head and I bled out on the floor
I blacked out after that but I bet the cleanup was quite the chore
today no one cries, never made much of my life, sorry if you expected more
she smirked and shook her head. "you're no use to me dead" and i felt new life in my core
I told her "what goods a life that don't wanna be lived?
what goods a life that dont wanna be lived?
what goods life that dont wanna be lived?
keep that bullet in my head. You angels swear you know best.
get the fuck out my bed, you angels swear you know best
angel angel, go away. let me die or make me stay just please
ill stitch my own life, my own seams
living made more sense when I smiled at the little things
Make me a corpse. I'd prefer the silent peace that it brings
Living made more sense when I smiled at the little things
leave me a corpse. I want my own halo, my own wings
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I always wondered if trees could talk, oh the stories they'd tell.
Of hearts that were broken, of lies that were spoken, of armies that fell.
I wonder if they're fed up with those kids leaving bottles by their roots,
or if they understand, courtesy isn't something inherent in many youths.
From their perspective, the things I linger on must seem so small.
See, I'm writing page after page, losing sleep over nothing at all.
A romantic realist, I'm a hopeful cynic, I'm a monster judging monsters in the dark.
But I wanna be the mighty oak, with leaves that prod and poke through the sunlight that blinds you while you give away your heart.
See I could spend a whole lifetime writing everyday and have my last book hit the shelves too late...
But I'll never write the memoirs of a redwood or describe any sunset like the pines can in spring.
And I'll never have a bird raise its family in my arms or be your rest stop on a warm, sunny day.
But I might one day get cut down and turned to paper, so you can write your thoughts when you find out what you've always wanted to say to me.
Even the saplings must see me so clear.
That I'm a monster shooting monsters out of fear.
Even the saplings must see me so clear
I'm just a monster shooting monsters.
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3am
02:56
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swing low, my sweet chariot, swing low
i think im ready to come home
cause these people never liked me much and i feel so out of touch
i just wanna go
i just wanna go
to a place where i dont feel so forced
where i feel normal
where i dont have to put on a show
where i can fly, where i can be free
spread my love
get some proper sleep
i just want that control
i just want that control
it dont take the best of eyes to see why every caged bird tends to sing
why every dog bites at their leash.
but i got these shackles at my feet
and this guitar tends to comfort me
but come those nights, when that wind blows
to my heart, it speaks
and they laugh and joke and ignore the signs
make a habit out of crossing lines
and I just shut my eyes and dream
because time is a friend to me
it moves slow but consistently
and it wont let things stay the same for longer than need be
but I love these walls more than you know
like a child in the womb, a sort of stockholm syndrome
but what you love, I've learned, you have to let it go
how can you say you love that california sun when you've never seen the new york snow?
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balance
02:48
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Where the blood was shed grew life of every color and every shape.
These are roots drenched in fear; tireless nature no human effort could ever replace...
and I'm a fluttering hummingbird, buzzing to and fro, feeding off of plants grown from blood I all-too-well know.
Its a shameless sort of livelihood.
I'd change my routines if I could.
But we keep this forest alive.
Nectar drips from my tongue and the pollen sticks to my beak.
This is a necessary evil and my appearance may seem feeble, but my home needs me like wolves need their teeth.
I'm going to wake up one day and denounce the sunlight,
shed my feathers and my wings, sprout my claws.
Become what all men fear, what goes bump in the night.
And I'll hunt, and tear through flesh,
and leave the earth to grow from whats left.
And they will curse me in the day, but the hummingbirds will know,
their gift of life is null without my gift of death.
But we keep this balance alive.
Blood may drip from my tongue but the grass, it grows at my feet.
There is no good, there is no evil. Only blind and stubborn people
and as the trees must grow, the wolves must eat.
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