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Ten Years
03:10
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I'm all used up like
Ballon blown up for days
Please don't pop me
I'll slowly fade away
Like a blowfish I'll
Stick your heart quickly or
you can miscut me and
I'll kill you in your sleep
Oh well there's always next year
I wont let it get to me
So sick of being left out
I made it inside
But was it worth it
now I'll never know
Two days so quickly
was it all for show?
I came back stronger
A kitten ready to pounce
I've been declawed now
Never stood half a chance
See me crawling across your kitchen floor
I'm on your shoes now so throw me out the backdoor
Don't let me back inside would be a grave mistake
Might seem like fun now, but you don't know what's at stake
Oh well there's always next year
I wont let it get to me
So sick of being left out
I made it inside
But was it worth it
now I'll never know
One week so slowly
was I all for show?
I stood up to fast
I got a headache
cough my life out of my lungs
I took the safeway
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2. |
Promenade in Raindrops
03:32
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rain-lacquered streets
smile black
as my leaky soles
cackle and splash
with every slap
i wake idling puddles
to spark armageddon
via splatter and bubbles
glassy leaves and debris
kiss the curbs of the streets
and the ends of my jeans
drink the rain as they sink
and so i'll try to understand
something i'll never understand
and all the streetlights
they'll wink at me
and i will surely
fall to my knees
and i am begging you, darling, please
oh please, don't
lonesome streetlights
beacon down
across this artificial town
reliant on the factories
well, that's not actually the truth
it's not the plants
it's more the closings
that somehow pardon
them from growing
hope dies
with the night
as the sun
outshines our streetlights
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3. |
Secret Service
02:45
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Can't read the writing on the wall
My handiwork is scrawled
It's the imprint of my tattered mind
the prints faded blackened red
Don't spread your lies
Like you spread your legs
They're both infected
It bubbles, it boils, it falls from the corners of your mouth
It's toxic, misleading, but it's lead to the best time of your life
Keep reading, wallpaper peels to new pages
Words convey feelings you could never bring yourself to say
Is the pen the coward's way out?
To hide on blue lines on ruled paper.
It's fiction, my diction, the only way I can communicate
My passion's not in fashion, but I am only who I am today
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4. |
Don't Ask Me How I Am
02:58
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why do i run and why do i hide
when i see her coming further on down the line?
why do i sing and why do i write
these songs i know will drown in these thoughts of mine?
but the spring's arrived as i just fade
while the girl i loved just walked away
and i broke my new years resolution
i can't get it back
so don't ask me how i am
because you know that you ruined me
your tap on my back was like an attack
did you really think i'd have a response for that?
the months that i spent undone by a friend
it's a lesson hard learned but i'd do it again
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5. |
Iron
02:53
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My words will singe your hair
They'll set your skin on fire
But I wouldn't waste my spit to
Put you out
Violence is not confined to
acts of physical abuse
I know how you love the ones who
dish it out to you
You need your space then don't knock on my door
I'm sitting in an empty room
And just because I come home alone
Doesn't mean I don't come home to you
If I could give you a million roses
And if I could strike an equal number of poses
Still I could never change your mind
A lump of iron moves from my throat
Into my heart and it takes over
I'm now a man of steel but
You're still my Achielle's Heel
If I could give you a million roses
And if I could strike an equal number of poses
Still I could never change your mind
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Butchered
02:49
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spitting words into a screen and i am losing to a dream
i hear her voice is calling me to fade to black and suddenly
i'm halfway there to r.e.m. i try to fight i can't see them
the ones who place this weight on my own falling lids and closing eyes
consciousness snaps back to me, yet i'm still gasping anxiously
deflated lungs give me a scare as i lay frozen and aware
in this place of darkness dread where all these thoughts play in my head
a horror film for all to see, for those awake while i'm asleep
my breathing heavies and i am weak
my face is down headfirst in sheets
keystroke sounds are all i hear
my mind and thoughts begin to smear
i cannot tell what's coming next
the final word of endless text
i hear her voice is calling still
i don't belong in chapel hill
i'm half awake, but i still know
this was not the place to go
i miss my art, my love, my truth; but here i am a photobooth
in a world of books and phrases, their words are given endless praise
so i'm here and so i'll stay, just one last thing if i may
i ask myself this everyday, still the answer will not change
my breathing heavies and i am weak
my face is down headfirst in sheets
keystroke sounds are all i hear
my mind and thoughts begin to smear
i cannot tell what's coming next
the final word of endless text
i hear her voice is calling still
i don't belong in chapel hill
i'm half awake, but i still know
this was not the place to go
not a place for drawing fools
who don't belong in magic schools
that launch you off to salaries
instead of halls and galleries
so i'm here and so i'll stay
just one last thing if i may
i'm half awake, but i still know
this was not the place to go
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7. |
Greenwave
02:53
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It's great but it makes me want to hate myself
I'm dreaming in a sick shade of green
My consciousness is flowing
Inside my heart it's snowing
My knuckles are white with the strain
A gentle caress is too great a request
Listing listening and bringing it home
Scott is too hot to be caught
Ian is keen on being mean
Running fingers through my hair
I just can't get my head on straight
I feel it's coming six months late
Or maybe I'm just on time and weakness is my only crime
Or maybe I'm just too sure and I'm acting too demure
Or maybe I'm just an animal and I'm going to be cruel
Or maybe I just don't know what I am
A gentle caress is too great a request
Listing, Listening and bringing it all home
My consciousness is flowing
Inside my heart it's snowing
Running fingers through my hair
What am I to you?
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8. |
So Long
03:42
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and i spent so long thinking about these things
that no one even looks at twice, but the thought behind it's kind of nice
and so long to these things that i once
held so dear and near to heart, but this pipe dream's flooded me apart
and be careful what you say
cause it's all gonna come back and fuck you up some day
gone, gone, gone, gone away
and i spent so long thinking about these things
that memories were steamed and pressed with perfection mocking worthlessness
and so long to these things that i once
carried with a broken heart. if i haven't quit, it's time to start
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