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Chelsea Lately
02:04
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I'm boarding up the doors that your hinges held shut. You spoke in tongues believe me, we're still both so young.
Spell this short. This is perspective. There's only so much left for me to give. You spoke in tongues beneath me, we're still both so young.
We face the demons we create, a fear forgotten get some sleep.
You spoke in tongues believe me, we're still both so young.
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Antithesis
02:17
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Can’t top the pace I set for myself. Call it a wish or call it intuition. Man, I dreamt of this washing dishes -- minimum wage writing song in the kitchen.
Oh well. Some things don’t change but it’s worse when people you’re about cap to slow you down.
I’m not calling you again. You’re finding your way home by yourself. I see a crack in the bend. The proof is putting you in your place tonight.
All it takes to lose direction is a pretty face and chasing perfection. Just be patient, don’t lose focus, let’s inhale until it chokes us and let’s keep grinding til we blow up. Maybe one day we’ll laugh at this moment cuz it’s 10 miles til we’re fucked up then passed out.
50 shades of Camel Blue and I’m homesick, but I guess this couch will do. I can’t sleep the same without you, but I close my eyes to see if it’s worth giving up to go through.
This became a destination we’re heading toward. Don’t turn your head to look back now because we’re moving forward fast, and if you’re having second doubts then you can just fast forward.
I’m not calling you again, you’re finding your way home by yourself. I see a crack in the bend, the proof is putting you in your place tonight.
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In Your Own Words
03:17
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Our history is written on the lines of your backseat and if I die this Halloween would you miss me? Or tell everyone that I know I am missing from you?
Breathe the cold air knocking at your front door, telling you to wake up when you’re sober. Does it chill your bones? My skeleton shakes.
Disregard the sounds that I make.
What if we took our time to see ourselves in a new light? Truth is, you'd kill us both. But I'm down with your judgment. (It takes one to know one, and two takes to feel alive. Three hits to get pieced out.)
Breathe the cold air knocking at your front door, telling you to wake up when you’re sober. Does it chill your bones? My skeleton shakes.
What if we took our time to see ourselves in a new light? Truth is, you'd kill us both. But I'm down with your judgment. (It takes one to know one, and two takes to feel alive. Three hits to get pieced out.)
Our history is still written on the cracks of your front teeth and when I died last Halloween you weren’t with me. So tell everyone that I’m better off missing from you.
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True
03:25
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Are we living above our means? I think we might be. I think we’re both so stuck in these sheets. Sleeping in on a Sunday. Let’s call out, pour some drinks, and shake off innocence. How did we end up like this?
Pick sides, take a mental picture and sit tight. Let’s forgive ourselves. If we fight, take a second look at what’s left behind. Let’s forgive ourselves.
You gave light to a dark room. What did I do to deserve all your willingness? Now I’m hating life less. I’m done feeling lifeless. I’m finally feeling alright, yeah, I like this. And I love you.
Pick sides, take a mental picture and sit tight. Let’s forgive ourselves. If we fight, take a second look at what’s left behind.
Are you aware that this world owes us nothing? In return, we give what we can, but we just need one day to get right.
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Gracie Gold
04:14
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You giving up isn't obvious. It's in your character to be oblivious and undescriptive (and I'm sick of it). You giving up isn't obvious, but sometimes it's alright to show the blue beneath your confidence.
Can't you see that this isn't a matter of metaphysics, but rather something that can't be calculated or labeled as scientific. A claim based on observation and reading you just feels like I'm translating hieroglyphics.
Quake away the pain, you aren't that alone. Take the time to meditate. Try to speak less passively to me. You're staring at a shadow, it's keeping you in place.
You giving up isn't obvious. It's in your character to be oblivious and undescriptive and I'm sick of it. You giving up isn't obvious, but sometimes it's alright to show the blue beneath your confidence.
Too awkward, her selfish words burned her. They burned you at both ends. Too afraid to, you hid behind a false pretense justified as self-defense. This won't make things different. I never made a difference.
Quake away the pain, you aren't that alone. Take the time to meditate. You're staring at a shadow, it's keeping you in place.
You giving up isn't obvious. It's in your character to be oblivious and undescriptive and I'm sick of it. You giving up isn't obvious, but sometimes it's alright to show the blue beneath your confidence.
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Cashed
02:58
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Shakespeare
03:47
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I'm no saint, but to point the finger at me would be insane. Here's one last hit to the brain. We're driving circles in the shit end of this place. Maybe I could be someone else for a change. To capture your attention, it's too bad you don't feel the same.
Motivate me. Bury my feelings away in a casket. The soil sows the seed. You had a question but you're too afraid to ask it. But you preach the words I never saw you practice.
Dead poets said it best, the only absolute in life is death. I'll find myself again on the floor of your friend’s apartment buried below in a box beside the window. I'm sinking, I should have known.
Uncertainty is written on your sleeve I’ve seen it once or twice before I just wish it would leave.
Motivate me Bury my feelings away in a casket The soil sows the seed You had a question but you're too afraid to ask it. You preach the words I never saw you practice.
Dead poets said it best, the only absolute in life is death. I'll find myself again on the floor of your friend’s apartment buried below in a box beside the window. I'm sinking, I should have known.
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Tyler's Song
02:28
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I saw the spark that lit the end, the same technique that left me dead.
Heavy head red eyes stuck between the bed and wall that you face when you sleep.
I hear your voice.
What was that you said?
Floating in circles.
Haunting a skeptic.
Reality unfolds. Pain feels ten times worse.
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Writing my boundaries in cursive. Break the labels break the lines.
Don’t think my body deserves this. I needed to open my mind.
Maybe I’m a miscommunication waiting for the right place to happen in an awkward conversation I start as I’m passing by.
Red light. Deep breath. Static moments to reflect on every decision I’ve made up to this point.
Coming down hasn’t hit me this hard before. I let go of indirect quotes, and loose ends who cut throats.
I used to shave with a straight edge until I got cut. I used to pray with my eyes closed until I opened them up.
Tied to the moral timeline. Which good isn’t enough?
Like my mother’s intentions, bad seeds were planted in love.
Brake lights. Deep breaths. Static moments to reflect on every decision I’ve made up to this point.
Put the ashes on my forehead. Don’t think I ever meant it.
Coming down hasn’t hit me this hard before. I let go of indirect quotes, and loose ends who cut throats.
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Glazed is a gateway band from Jacksonville, FL. EST 2013.
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