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Divine Wine
04:32
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Stare at my phone for when 9:30 hits
Reapply my lipstick twice and I'll be out the door by 9:35
Pillow talk the ghosts in my house
They’re only looking for a friend with bones in their mouth
I’m gonna be it right
I’m gonna take this right
I don’t have a grasp on time, but I just can’t wait for your hair to dry
Let’s just sit and talk on my porch again and slow down
Slow down
The neighbors got their crosses out again
Wait for
The sound of my voice screaming louder
Drink from
The water bottle next to my bed
Stare out
My window just to see their glowing eyes
Your cigarette ash still in my eye
And it’s burning me up and it’s clogging my own lungs
Just let the spiders breathe
They’re only here for just one night
Still can’t figure out what’s in my cup
It tastes just like water in a stranger’s mouth
Slow down
The neighbors got their crosses out again
Wait for
The sound of my voice screaming louder
Drink from
The water bottle next to my bed
Stare out
My window just to see their glowing eyes
Hop over rocks
We're slipping under waterlines above our heads
Smoke finally clears
Saltwater lungs feel comfortable enough to relax
I’m giving up
On promises left behind by broken bottles
When will you learn that everyone does not enjoy your attachment
Slow down
The neighbors got their crosses out again
Wait for
The sound of my voice screaming louder
Drink from
The water bottle next to my bed
Stare out
My window just to see their glowing eyes
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Misprint
04:27
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Oh here we are
Back again in my own bed
When will we learn
We gotta stop playing around
You breathe me into your chest once again
I pull your hair and you twist mine right back
Turn on my fan so I can’t listen
Unplug my lights so I can ignore
That sigh you give like it’s the first time
Makes me wonder what part of the cycle we’re on
Pulling out all my hair
Strand by strand, strand by strand
Trying to figure out exactly where we go from here
We will both be bored by the first of May
And then we’ll learn just why we ended with mistakes
Just breathe me into your chest once again
I pull your chain and you twist mine right back
Turn on my fan so I can’t listen
Unplug my lights so I can ignore
That sigh you give like it’s the first time
Makes me wonder what part of the cycle we’re on
Pulling out all my hair
Strand by strand, strand by strand
Trying to figure out exactly where we go from here
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3. |
Popcorn Ceiling
04:59
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Does it really count
If the words that form feel foreign in my mouth?
Sleep away the day
And leave me to sink in my bedroom shade
Does it really count
If I close my eyes and think of a way out?
Would you really care
If I stayed at home instead of being here?
Let me get out of this
I can’t say what I have to admit
The ridges of your ceiling burned in my eyes
The panic lingers though a year’s gone by
I guess the sun just got too close
I felt the ground; I felt the impact
The clarity that I now know
It beats in my chest and I can’t fake that
I’m done with unheard words
The static on the phone sounds so jarring
'gainst the ringing of being alone
Does anybody change or is it really just
A matter of what’s forgiven and forgot?
So I’ll just bite my lip and keep it to myself
And outlook all the judgment that was felt
You know it’s so damn hard for me to just ignore
The fact that silence isn’t mine anymore
I’ll scream out my words
If you pay attention
I’ll scream out my words
If you just listen
I guess the sun just got too close
I felt the ground; I felt the impact
The clarity that I now know
It beats in my chest and I can’t fake that
I’m done with unheard words
The static on the phone sounds so jarring
'gainst the ringing of being alone
Does anybody change or is it really just
A matter of what’s forgiven and forgot?
So I’ll just bite my lip and keep it to myself
And outlook all the judgment that was felt
You know it’s so damn hard for me to just ignore
The fact that silence isn’t mine anymore
He said, she said...who's to tell?
Who's to tell?
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4. |
By All Means
04:16
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I seem to be wrapped inside my mind
Never fall in line
But I will meet you halfway
Catch me sliding down my driveway
With my eyes closed not ready for the day
Just don’t look back at where we’ve been
At what we did
We will find some answers if we just start to look around
My bed feels colder every second we blur the line
Our sisters keep looking over their shoulders
And soon the word will spread back to our ears
Last summer felt brighter
The flowers in your hair
Cascade down the river
And soon we’ll meet our maker
Just don’t look back
Just don’t look back
At where we've been
At what we did
We will find some answers if we just start to look around
My bed feels colder every second we blur the line
Our sisters keep looking over their shoulders
And soon the word will spread back to our ears
Kiss me in the dark and I promise I won’t regret it in the morning
And they won’t care by next week
And we’ll still be tiptoeing up the stairs
The lights will turn on
Oh they’ll turn on
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Sleepwalking
03:15
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Brushing the knots out of my hair again
Combing through memories of our bed
Will you still be there when the light peaks through the curtains?
I’ve been sleepwalking
I’ve been sleepwalking
I swear I still hear whispers in my pillowcase
I swear I still feel chill from November days
I swear I just can’t make this shit up again
I swear I saw them running out west
Rubbing the rocks out of our eyes
Press our bodies ‘gainst each other one more time
Before I gotta leave for work
Will you still be there when my back aches after my shift?
Hold on just wait
Shakey fingers
Our minds linger over what we mean
But I'll still be there when we’re not sure what we need
I swear I still hear whispers in my pillowcase
I swear I still feel chill from November days
I swear I just can’t make this shit up again
I swear I saw them running out west
I've been sleepwalking
I've been sleepwalking
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6. |
Half MT
03:31
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You got it all figured out
And maybe this time
I can too
Let’s start with balancing books atop my head
And maybe then I’ll be the person that you dreamt in your own bed
Instead of this half-empty vessel
Who is that actor standing right in front of me?
Her eyes look blue but they’re slowly turning grey
Anchor my head just to rest
The problems that you gave
Just know that I won’t be there
Just know that I won’t be there
When your ankles finally give
When they finally give
Aren’t we all just trying to get
The recognition that we deserve?
Crawl back into my skin
And let it in
And let it in
Standing over my bed
Pressure building on my chest again
Who is that actor standing right in front of me?
Her eyes look blue but they’re slowly turning grey
Anchor my head just to rest
The problems that you gave
Just know that I won’t be there
Just know that I won’t be there
When your ankles finally give
When they finally give
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