1. |
five weeks, six days
02:27
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2. |
six weeks
02:56
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I love the ending of the winter
When you can’t tell the ice from the
Asphalt
From the black tar
Crumbling off the streets
And I can’t even think about summer
Cause I’m stuck digging myself out
From the six feet
Of snow out on my porch
And right now
I can’t
Even leave the
House because
The doors
Keep freezing
Shut and
The pipes explode
And I’m stuck
Inside
Worried about
Breathing in the
Mold that’s living
Under the sink
Anticipation’s leaving me dry
And lusting for the weather
To get better
So I can go outside
And break this sitting spell
Cause no ones doing well
We’re wasting away in our homes and
We’re running out of things to do
And now
We sleep
For 16 full
Hours and
Engage
In social media
To drive away
The feelings
Of missing
The ones too far
To get to
This sucks
I hate the cold months
I’m growing
So tired
Of sleeping in
And I
Feel like
Im wasting my
Time once again
And if I
Die
In my civic
On my birthday
At least I can say it was
memorable
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3. |
gazing, no shoes
03:28
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wake up, early morning
pull the sheets over your head
blocking out the sunlight
but you still get out of bed
in and out of the shower
brush your teeth and fix your hair
hop into your shitty ford
and drive away from there
it's where you spent most of your life
with your spirit crushed under the light
that hit you while you lazed off-guard
under the tree in your front yard
and you dreamed about the future
but you always felt alone in
lower-middle class suburbia
it's what you called your home
when high school ended back last June
you headed to the beach
and forgot about the lessons
and the times you overreached
and you looked out at the water
with utter apathy
and in the reflection
you saw yourself in agony
and you wanted to jump in the bay
to drown all your sorrows away
let the salt soak deep into your shirt
and cleanse your body of the hurt
but you stayed upon the shore on land
and buried your bare feet in the sand
reflecting on the past few years
and pacing up and down the piers
but you know
screaming into the wind
won’t take you very far
you get out your frustrations
end up crying in your car
and your fear of missing out
won’t begin to fade away
unless you give it some more time
assure yourself it’s all okay
yeah you give yourself another day
cause you know life just isn't easy
and you think of your friends that live down the road
and you wonder what it's like to grow old
you forgive and you forget
and drive back home
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4. |
stop yrself...
04:44
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I heard you screaming in the shower the
Other day
And I tried to figure
Out what was wrong
I thought maybe you were singing
But I couldn’t tell
So I tried to ignore it
And moved on
I heard you come in, around 7
In the morning
And I hadn’t really woken up
I’d been up late, just thinking about
Everything
And the worries just start to build up
Ive had about enough of this uncertainty
It’s hard to get anything done
I’m the last to arrive and the first one to leave
Guess I’ll never be happy enough
Inheriting all of the debt from your parents
who bailed 20 years before you expected
So you didn’t have time to get your shit together
And you’re stuck (and you’re stuck) taking out more loans
And the financial burdens just mix with the trauma
And you look all around and realize you’re alone
And the only thing that’s been keeping you from cracking
Is the small bit of time that you spend on your phone
And your stomach’s in knots
There’s an ache in your head
And your breathing’s erratic
And you wish you were dead
So while you’re sucking down ginger ale
To calm down your nerves
Just remember the good times
And remember good friends in this world
YEAH
Ive had about enough of this uncertainty
It’s hard to get anything done
I’m the last to arrive and the first one to leave
Guess I’ll never be happy enough
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5. |
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I think I need some sunglasses
So I don't have to look
People in the eye and I can walk away
Another day of nothing and
I'm gonna drown myself in M&Ms
And cartoons and bad feelings and old fears
So just crack open another shitty beer
To clear my head
Of all the shit that I have buried deep
And I think
Of all the things that I can't stand
But they fade away with liquid mind eraser
Tomorrow start another job
And consequently start
Hating where I work and what I do
At least I've got a way to make
Some money while I'm off,
At least now I'm not broke, I'm just broken
And now I can't stop thinking about us
And what we had
It's nights like this where I miss you the most
And I think
Of driving over to your place
Just so we can hang out like we used to
But I catch myself, and nothing hurts as bad
As looking back on old times spent with you
But sometimes I just like the way, I feel when I feel bad
They say in life a little rain must fall
I'm running out of words to say
I'll finish up right here,
I never meant to fuck this up so bad
So here's another fuck-up song
At least I kept it brief
I still feel empty, I still feel pretty ill
But hey man at least I'm still breathing
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