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Indoor Voices
03:00
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You know the morning comes before you know,
when you just go run into the snow
and if you come home with vertigo
your parents say you’re just too old.
the mornings come before you know,
while the dreams all fall in the undertow,
so write down your fathers anecdote
in the armchair silence where you were born.
If I was alone, I’d still prefer to think of you.
I’ve met a million faces, but only memorized a few,
so let’s speak in indoor voices by the fireplace
over which to warm this empty heart.
And I’m lost now but I’ve yet to fall or sink
it doesn’t hurt as much as you would think.
So leave these scattered brains behind
who fall asleep with thrift store eyes,
and stay awake with me awhile
there’s a street light over every mile.
If I was alone, I’d still prefer to waste your time,
an light without a shadow is just a real lonely guy;
so let’s speak in indoor voices by the fireplace
over which to warm this empty heart.
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Make it Better
01:41
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Ice cold showers make it better
Walks in the park make it better
Sometimes nothing makes it better
Sometimes you don’t make it better
Sun consumption makes it better
Healthy breakfast makes it better
Evening doorsteps make it better
Visiting friends make it better
But sometimes you can’t make it better
Sometimes you don’t make it better
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Rule of 22
03:45
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Ancient heartaches start to surface
when I sit too still at night,
but at least it keeps me warm.
Sometimes 3 people is
too much to have a conversation,
but sometimes that’s what I want.
But they tell me nothing comes for free,
if I only see things differently.
They take whats ours or what we think is and
they tell us to get over it.
I’ve spent most of my time, most of my time
I’ve spent most of my time.
Seasons pass in my eyes and I lose what I find,
cause I spend most of my time here.
I’m not too crippled by the thought
of spinning deckchairs on the moon,
I’m mostly crippled by myself.
Is it possible I lose every
single hair on my head,
or will I just become reborn?
But you tell me that I’m too lazy
with my capital theology,
You take what’s mine not including what’s missed,
and just tell me to get over it.
I’ve spent most of my time, most of my time
I’ve spent most of my time.
Seasons pass in my eyes and I lose what I find,
cause I spend most of my time here.
I’ll save the rest for a time when you should
find yourself in perfect ruin,
stay close enough so that you’ll remember
but not so far you’ll forget,
for I must find new versions of myself that
don’t include you in the head,
or live inside an empty bed
and take the time to realize
that you are alone and
I am now over here.
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Coastlines
03:49
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So if I could change, would you feel like it was worth parting coastlines at the worst times?
Have you thought about it since, in the four nights I've spent out wandering past dirty sidewalk lanes.
It's all real, it's all fake, all fake, when I can't put it all on my shoulders.
It's all right, it's all the same the same, when there's this little thing that I told her:
Is this something inside my head or is it just a silhouette?
Keep trying, it'll all be fine, where there's too much stress otherwise,
Falling into pieces isn't so bad when you're practically minded
Cellular connection shows what's lost but make it harder to find it,
shows what's lost but make it hard to find it.
Is this all there is, when you're staring into faces in public spaces?
Sometimes I actually want to dance, sometimes I just don't want to, even if you want to.
And it's all real, it's all fake, all fake, when I can't put it all on my shoulders.
It's all right, it's all the same the same, but there's this little thing that I told her --
Is this something inside my head or is it just a silhouette?
Keep trying, it'll all be fine, where there's too much stress otherwise,
Falling into pieces isn't so bad when you're practically minded
Cellular connection shows what's lost but make it harder to find it,
shows what's lost but make it harder to find it.
Maybe it’s the first time, give yourself a break but don’t give up about it,
Just settle into cozy feelings with yourself cause friends are overrated.
Weekends disappearing, you’re left exhausted from staying up all night,
depression engineering, they stay inside you but you’ll be alright.
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