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o-o
03:47
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It feels so wrong to fall in love with something so new so fast
If I structured my fall the ground would just be part of the path
So now when I fall, I move through the love until I can’t
I can’t, I shouldn’t believe in any other start, because
You don’t know how much I’ve put in my defense
I only confront what I can go around!
I’ve been told “Kid, you’re making your life too short!”
So I’d realize I’m supposed to die last
Well I prefer to scatter my insides when I collide
Than have someone dig through what I left behind
Always searching for an answer they made up anyway
When all of my problems were highlights, when all of the sketches were batted away!
You don’t know how much I’ve spit towards my defense
I only confront what I can beat around!
I’ve been burned “Kid, you’re making your life too short!”
So I’d realize I’m supposed to want to die first
And I know!
My life would rather be alive than understood
It’s something that paints me with all of my drawings
It’s something that goes silent whenever it’s calling
It’s something that’s backwards in how it is stalling
Just something to convince me that I’m not falling
at all!!!!!
This is where i realize I'm supposed to live through my death
I've been telling my whole life “My death won’t be short!”
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There is a man riding a car on top of my chest!!
I let a thought, out of my mouth
Would it really be so hard to walk
If my heart didn’t know its own parking spot
Well I don’t know if all of these hairs are still in place
Each separately leaving their own skid marks
From when they found out they had to cut it short
Well I know that all this plaque just builds
And when my friends don’t respond to me
I sing a song that reminds me that I remain in place
I’ve noticed a thousand flames reignite
I’ve watched my favorite lake go dry
I’ve seen my favorite stars collide
And yet they all seem to share the same line
When I convince myself I’m out in the open
The needle bounces off my eye
And I can see every single possibility
I just want to clog my mouth shut
My face is bleeding
Every time I wake up
when I see the mirror
The cracks form a road
Where my drive can only follow
The potholed wheels that leave on their own
Sloppy art spiraling down, always intended to slow
It’s not alive, it’s just my heart’s final show
So I need to make this mirror mine!
I set fire to the lake, and thought it still needed me to dry
This is the time I want my favorite stars to collide
So every reality can be set aside
In my sleep
And everyday I wake up
With my face stuck to dried blood
And I swear to the mirror
That if I ever find love
I’ll make sure to stay in line!!!!
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3. |
Our Hearts Beat Time
07:04
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There’s a part of me that’s desperate for changes
Tired of repeating the same thought through lines
But the part of me that fights back lives in my legs
Dragging against the flow of time
And it burns my throat to say
That I want to be wrong
But I almost gave up learning
This is where the fire broke its tongue
I’m scattering the heart
That ran water through my veins
So I can stare at both flames
This is where everything stays!
I’m in love with living by myself
Tangled in the wires I record with
Please pull me out of this chair!
All of my friends are floating in still water
They’re pulled under one by one, So many greetings I’ve designed
Say hello to the nearest hole, This time I want to say goodbye
And as my ashes blow away I only hear this one thought
Our hearts. Beat. time.
Time beats…
What I can’t know
I will never let go
Of what time means to me
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4. |
man (demo)
01:50
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I have a lot of names these days. kinda wish i remembered them.
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