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if you catch me with a drink
eyes blinking at a static screen
don't try to talk to me
i'm just tryna think it though
and if you see me fall apart
at seven eleven after dark
baby don't look at me
and don't let it bother you
but If you really, really wanna stay
then just hold my hand and walk away
don't leave me here with nothing
but soggy light blue ice drinks
tell me "baby it's okay to just be you"
it hurts when the slurpee freeze my hands
but I don't think you understand
i do this every week
and this is nothing new
the violent headache and the rush
you give me sugar when I'm fucked
you're everything to me
but i'm maybe not for you
cuz when i drove us home from hudson's bay
you're pretending not to be awake
crying in the backseat
with summer kissing your left cheek
do you think it's not okay to just be you?
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sorry, no refunds
03:57
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Swimming through the pages left unread,
The sleepless nights spent shaking on the bed,
Until I'm tearing at my eyelids, And I can't
Help but think it's better to be
Living, Singing stories about my closest friends and
Screaming worries about how things will end.
Every night with my sweaty hand in yours,
Staying up until the stars are getting bored.
And if I fall asleep
Should I comment out my dreams?
Cuz I know it's getting old,
And it's not quite what it seems.
And If I can't be you,
Then who the hell else should I be?
What's the point in getting old
If giving up's all that it means.
When I found you in the park behind your house,
You were crying but I didn't ask, what about
We run away somewhere and don't come back,
And just pretend that we're already
Living, Singing stories about my closest friends and
Screaming worries about how things will end.
Every night with my sweaty hand in yours,
Staying up until the stars are getting bored.
And if I fall asleep
Should I comment out my dreams?
Cuz I know it's getting old,
And it's not quite what it seems.
And If I can't be you,
Then who the hell else should I be?
What's the point in getting old
If giving up's all that it means.
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3. |
rites of spring
03:50
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Anywhere you wanted to go I've been before,
But I'll see it one more time with you.
Flying through the days with the silver stains on your tooth.
Going through the pile of clothes you've long filled out,
A forgotten mess of black and blue.
And though it's small and tattered,
I still held on to the
Pieces of your feather coat.
And never let it go.
And if there's nothing happening,
Then won't you come back home.
Remember when you took the car and drove it through
Until the flashing lights threw up on you,
And how we screamed out in the yard,
Coughed up our last exhaust fumes.
When you turned around and said you're heading off,
That this is too long overdue,
Well it took everything I had to never say I love you.
And if you have to go,
Then leave some relics at home.
I'm singing streets, the rites of spring,
And coming back alone.
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colorblinded
03:45
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I'd love to see you in a tiger lily dress
And underneath you, flower fields of red.
From a distance, I could see the words fall from your lips
though I can’t hear them, so
Won’t you take some time to call
And say it hasn’t been so easy to be yours.
And I won’t see you here so early in the morning.
I need you with me
To move the rusty strings between my hands,
I’d watch it closely,
To try and understand
Why we're so unhappy,
And why I didn't run from where you stood,
When you cried softly
and scraped the sticker off the car,
And said it hasn’t been so easy to be yours.
That I won’t see you smiling early in the morning.
Anyway, anymore
Anyway, anymore
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5. |
on a moonlit table
06:03
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Leaving everything you wanted behind it,
Sleeping, cutting off your cables, if you’re able
Creeping, in a solidary costume, Heaven’s bedroom
Sleeping in a house you don’t belong to, Now you’re gone too.
But heaven had been cruel.
Watching those you love get over you.
And if she finds another
Just like you said you’d want her to
Would you think it’s wrong? Would you not want to be gone,
anymore.
Now it's been a lifetime since I've last seen you, and every second was just as painful,
as the last time we danced on that moonlit table slightly drunk, unable to do anything but laugh and forget
About all the things we said.
Just laugh and forget about everything we’d always remember.
We’d always remember.
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