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I can help you bring this art to life,
but don't kill mine
We were busy trading compliments, or
were we just wasting time?
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2. |
Finger-Factured Fiction
04:13
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I wish I could get it all out of me
I wish I could say everything
'cause you know I could write out a million ways
indefinitely
But realistically
it will always miss the mark
Like a lifetime of chipping away the shards
of a human masterpiece
I will always be trying to say my peace
I wish I could find the balance between
the constant need to write
and the perfect words to bring relief
I will always be trying to say my peace
And at times, it's like
yesterday, the day before
He said/he said, nothing more to report
- for what it's worth
If I could relay every smile,
every ounce of reflection from your lipstick red
Making its way to me from you
to drown out the dark in my abysmal head
And what it does, to a self-deprecating fool like me
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Mountainous enterprises
with a wingspan of empty voices
whispering prayers in a tongue extinct before
blowing kisses to a one-eyed lover,
Oh how sweet the poison tastes
Did you put a filter on?
Is the picture too big to put into perspective?
In such a vast landscape of wasted time,
your time is now subjected to a watchful eye
Your status is compromised
Grandiose background display
For fuck's sake please look at me
"I am the wildfire, I am mystique"
But I will only make you more incompletely
held out at arm's length
The clocks start rotting off the fucking walls
Our mouths grew apart, but did you even notice at all?
That the time we spent distracted by our ignorance
could've killed the cancer that is growing in the future tense
Growing old so fast,
I know that this won't last
Where have I been for all this time that has passed?
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When your cup has run dry,
I'll feed you the deepest lines from the wishing well
Remember you've grown older, so much bolder than you were
before
Where the grass is always greener,
you can't seem to cross over
And it's hard to let it go
I know you have the nerve
to find what it is you deserve
I know it's hard to find the way
to learn from your mistakes,
and not to take for granted, the things that you have loved and lost
I know you have the nerve
to find what it is you deserve
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5. |
Fever Dreams
03:20
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Who's there?
Behind the wheel of my dreamstate brain, are you
trying to drive me insane?
Showed a familiar face,
played a broken song and this feels so wrong
...But which cortex did you pull this from?
Who's there?
Pulling the strings of a heart bent out of shape
I should've left the past where it belongs,
and stopped dealing cards with fate
But I did my best to try to separate...
...But which cortex did you pull this from?
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6. |
Tangled Roots
04:15
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With a wave of his brush,
uneasy in the eye,
He replied,
"I'm sorry for painting you such a cold color in this final piece
I know it was unfair and I didn't care.
Never thought that I could be the one to hold a grudge
as it held onto me
Sticks and stone may bury us,
but I buried your name
Such a hard pill to swallow when I'm the one to blame
I'm sorry, projections made in such dishonest harmony
And now I know that I must set the record straight"
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7. |
Starlit
04:19
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One breath and
two chemical sparks that ignite
this three hour night for
it never ends
These five fingers intertwined and
a sixth-sense shopping trend
And no seventh number rhyme
But you cast a spell on me
Something more than words could ever ask for
Through starlit amber eyes lies
a magic deep in you
A universe of entanglements, bleeding through our dreams
The seams of a world we could stitch together,
painted by hand until the weather
washes it away
Day by day dancing to the gods of thunder and rain
But you cast a spell on me
Something more than words could ever ask for
Through starlit amber eyes lies
a magic deep in you
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8. |
Neon Green Granola
04:09
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As always with these
new ways to navigate
Can you communicate?
I was only trying just to carry all the little things
as not to separate
And oh, I've been dying to find a level plane
And oh, do you know
a place where we could dissipate?
It was a big deal
or so it seemed back then
It was a big deal that I will not forget
That now I'm growing up, growing up
And made some bad decisions down the line
Is there an exit plan within my reach?
Did I invest in wasted time?
Growing up x3
Came to impress,
the best was always second-rate
Should I elaborate?
Working harder maybe one day
we'll get to ease the ache
(Wish I could skip a grade)
And oh, I lied- there's no way we can escape
But oh, I believe in a common good we could perpetuate
It took six strings
to get this off my chest
I forget remembering that I could not pretend
Now I'm growing up, growing up
And made some bad decisions down the line
Is there an exit plan within my reach?
Did I invest in wasted time?
Growing up x3
May a fancy form of rhetoric always find you
stressing and addressing your fault with words,
expounding an open internal dilemma
Because with all you write,
we sympathize!
And this, my love, will eternally drive us
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9. |
Scuffleville
05:31
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True, it's a very special kind of bruise
a stubborn man appreciates
He said, "I'll show you dead"
as an unbridled attempt at cool
The words echoed within his head
Like tires on a bonfire,
the heat an intoxicating mess as
cold landscape surrounds you
Choose the last resort as everybody said,
"Then again, you'll have no control in the state of an accident
Or could a one-track mind defy all the evidence?"
There's only one way left to find out
Close to breaking the surface again x3
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10. |
Black Hole Psychosis
05:07
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I told the ocean,
"If you move, let me move with you"
So I carried on in waves
I carried on in waves
I asked the wind,
"Can I be a part of you?"
How it changed my point of view
It changed my point of view
I've found my heaven
I've seen this hell
And goddamn these infinite paths,
I ran on into
the black hole psychosis
I saw the seasons as they changed,
would I remain the same?
The tides have come and gone
The tides have come and gone
Do you hear the echoes, as they roar?
Like thunder!
I had to write this song
I had to write this song
I've found my heaven
I've seen this hell
And goddamn these infinite paths,
I ran on into
the black hole psychosis
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I sit in a chair,
just about everywhere,
waiting here for my friends
Likewise minds to help pass the time
when eternity never ends
And we can light up this room
if you truly wanted to
I'm the glow and you're the glue
No one could ever replace the subtle things you do
Hollowed eyes pass by,
no reservations for surprise
- still waiting here for my friends
Time's no joke, the sand will always choke
on the hourglass, end over end
And we can light up this room
if you truly wanted to
You're the glow and I'm the glue
No one could ever replace the subtle things you do
I see a face, I remember this place
No longer waiting here for my friends
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12. |
Water over the Bridge
04:18
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Overthinking
like water over the bridge
so it takes you away
Got him head over heels
with the notion of love songs
more than the balance in his feet
And loneliness seems a viable thing,
when dancing between
setting a world on fire,
or being a puzzle piece
But if that's just not the case
the subtleties will bury me
Never learned how to live with a poker face
Just an inkling
of what it could've been like
had he stepped off the page
Dotted out in the i's,
visible heartstrings yet to be erased
Just wish he would've crossed his t's
And happiness seems an attainable thing,
if you're good at juggling
the act of a gun for hire
and some naked-ass honesty
But if that's still not the case
the context clues will be in place
But why did you spend all this time
digging your own grave?
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13. |
Song 13
05:34
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These words-
the fuel to a funeral pyre
like gasoline, prior-
banging our heads against the wall
calling out for relief
And the ember's ardor,
foul a-glow,
setting fire to a house that once felt like home
If I could offer wiser ways
of help and proper intake
I'd advise a means and make
of something fucking raw
To bleed the inner factions
of this rotting skin contraption
To see, and hear, and speak at length
of writing on the wall as it
Ran in circles
Mimicking a dying wolf
Ran in circles
All we've known to do before
Shed the skin,
a new leaf is growing underneath
this harvest moon
And the bones of these charring walls
are all that's left to occupy the living room
Another season ushered in
Maybe we can finally see this one come to an end
If I could offer pins and needles
to maintain your landscape
I'd do my best
and pry the rest
from my writing arm
Just in case this spiraling staircase leads to ruin
you can flee the scene, remembering
you'd never pass the clearing if you
Ran in circles
Never moving far ahead
Run in circles
If you're staying here instead
If I could offer you a knot
to tie up all your loose ends
or an escape, I'd pave the way
to a neon exit sign
To be clear- there's danger in
the place in which you linger
In the mire of the past
of which you'll never clear if you just
Ran in circles
Back to where it all began
Run in circles
And you'll never reach the end
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