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GV11017
03:08
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slow to the scene
are you looking for me?
an interest is deafening
a love is a deed
for when I love, I love too much
when you love, I'm apathetic
thoughtless and blind
how does your affection affect me?
how will I benefit or be inspired?
the tigers won
and I felt it for the night
but now we're back, you were right
my mother said when you're given moments,
you should take them
I never take them
I never take the twelve hour drive to the unknown
it's always maybe next time
well now my best friend is getting married
while I've begun to bury all connection that I have to the outside
I'm moving forward with a season I just don't mind
but I'm 22, and these things can wait
if I was born to lose, I won't win today
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2. |
Trying
03:19
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there's something on my mind
I haven't thought in a long time
that maybe I might want to try
because you're proving that things
might not be quite as bad as they often seem
I hate going out
because of all of my usual doubts
that they might find that I'm someone they can live without
no more fear, I've been faking it for years
a self diagnosis demanding for people to hear
(but no one's listening right here)
standing strong
(for the moment)
til I get along
(getting closer)
then I'll dump all my problems on you
well at least I used to
before the realization that I might be better off
thank you Jesus
I'm not as clueless as I was yesterday
what I was calling a season
was a question of faith
but a week long winter can't compete
with this island's natural heat
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3. |
HHI3317
02:43
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I hate to ask again
but I've fallen to the same sin
would you cleanse me of this?
shed my skin, start again
take all of me
empty words that I've been taught to repeat
teach me to believe
to be more than I think
humble me, oh Lord
hold me close
don't let me go
for I've been wandering for years
I've set a fire
to my own home
to my own soul
won't let it go until I burn everyone
what if I stayed?
what if one day you didn't hear from me again?
what if I left you all, to wonder where I've been?
would I be okay?
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4. |
Two Feet In
04:25
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home for the day
but you're hours away
after all this time I've spent this way
for a while, I think I'll stay
a statement of truth for a feeling of shame
with hope against hope others might feel the same
forever I feel, forever I know
I'll bring the island with me wherever I go
the island is me
I'm flawed, and worn out, with something to prove
while I'm away from work there's more work to do
I've never stepped back, not a slave to my doubts
oh, I've put two feet in, now for two feet out
the island is me
I dreamt again you came back last night
and again, you ruined everybody's lives
I still hold that fear that you never really disappeared
but the island is me
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5. |
ATL5117
01:50
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the drive home
seemed shorter than the way to you
maybe because there wasn't as much to look forward to
but it was really nice to see you
I hope you'll make your way back down here soon
for a year-long debut
there's not that much to do
there's no one to talk to
how's this year gonna go?
load a gun
hope it doesn't go off
is this risking it all?
or have I done exactly what's expected of me?
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6. |
Black Coffee
02:55
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7. |
Recliner
01:30
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I take what I get
relay transmission to the bottom of the list
forever that's why on the fourth of July
I spent the night watching tv
I take what I get
relay transmission to the bottom of the list
forever that's why on a Saturday night
I spend my time falling asleep
that's the excuse that I give to convince you to let me be
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8. |
Two Feet Back
04:14
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blueprints finalized, plans air tight
every small piece of furniture should fit
every corner will be filled
every inch will be used
if there's no room for me, there's no room for you
I've got it all mapped out
my perfect plans are set
small notes and details making sense
once the furniture arrives and the pieces are moved
if there's no room for me, there's no room for you
pictures are hung still I'm wanting to leave
so I'll go to that coffee shop I'll try to read
while the pages are open I stare and just think
as my mind wanders I couldn't believe
how upset I can get when someone's in my seat
that one that inspired me next to that tree
headphones in so I won't be expected to speak
in front of the same tree I notice the island is me
I was about to go to sleep
but I went to the beach to sit and think
it's just that when I'm at home I can't hear you speak
but the tourists won't leave
and the guy in that bar band off in the distance can't sing
now everybody's getting married
well, I've got a new apartment
there's just enough room for my things
there's nearly enough room for me
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9. |
95-26-385
02:31
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it's getting hard to drive this far
it's getting hard to walk away
I can't seem to shake you anymore
I dispose of old expired hate
but I've hated everything, what does that say?
won't go back 'til we're okay so I'm here today
I'm here today
expect the world, deserving none
moving past expected signs
true fear that I'm the only one
that can't decipher all the lies
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Friends with Cars
we used to drive around
the sound was all there was
we thought we'd keep up forever
but we lost touch in a year
and I remember when we last got together
we were different people
scattered all over the place
no one quite knew what to say
but it wasn't the same
a brittle innocence turned concrete disposition
break tradition until that's the new tradition
infantile minds with life changing decision
things were better before we knew any better
but I made it my mission
subconsciously
created a vision
cowardly
based on what you're all doing lately
I know it's not good for me
Valley
shaking, driving down the back road to your new apartment
I wonder if I should pull over tonight
because I might need a minute
you know how I get sometimes
but I pass over that lot and continue to drive
shaking, walking up the stairs as a hold my tongue
lifted so high, a grim state of mind
a chilling thought flashed before my eyes
it wasn't too long but long enough to decide things might not be right
a mountaintop feeling, a basement of lies
a friend for the hard times, but a tongue that can't speak
or a Father who knows me but still calls me clean
a Father who sees but declares that I'm free
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11. |
Off-Screen
02:13
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clean
flawlessly clean to you
I'm free
but never quite free from me
an open book with illegible print
an R-rated film cut for cable tv
censored and blurred
watching my words
but you know what I mean
you can clearly see through me
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12. |
22, 23
02:45
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I fled to the beach
to find the next version of me
22, 23, whatever that means
the shade of the trees
just a season moving constantly
typically I'd rather leave
but what if I stayed?
what if I'm not the only one that's falling away?
crash and burn, slowly learn
maybe I should be concerned
these days are a show
pray and hope the island won't follow me if I go
I promised that I'd be back
and I said it'd be soon
maybe by New Years.
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