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Spooky Basement Noises
03:02
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Chipping teeth
I’m chipping teeth every time that I speak
And I can’t stop
I can’t stop sleeping in all day
Liquor no longer burns the back of my throat
Eyes empty holes
My lungs are hanging smoke
Did I ever even have a chance
And it feels like
I’ve run out of time
My best years slipped through the cracks and lines
And all the times that I’ve felt less than alive
Buried me without a trace of sand left behind
I wake hopeless, worry, and sleep
Time doesn’t heal the wounds that are bound to repeat
And I wish I could say it’s bound to change in time
But it’s happened every day so far
I’ve run out of time
My best years slipped through the cracks and lines
And all the times that I’ve felt less than alive
Buried me without a trace of sand left behind
On the first night of spring
The tree seemed to open up their leaves
and when they did, I thought
“where does that leave me”
When I’m in the dirt’s embrace
Will I think or will I waste
I’ve run out of time
My best years slipped through the cracks and lines
And all the times that I’ve felt less than alive
Buried me without a trace of sand left behind
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Slippery Dolphin
02:00
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It feels like I’ve lost my mind,
Cause I cant remember any of your face from all the times,
That I got lost in the roadmaps in your head,
Clouded with the shame and guilt,
Like knives piercing my weak skin
As days passed by, you’ve faded,
I’ve faded too,
As I lay down on my bedroom floor,
In clothes that no longer fit,
I thought about the way were
and how I never really wanted it
I miss you,
but that’s okay,
So don’t hate me,
Forgive me for the things I never got to say
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Caught you gasping for air
When you left through the front door
Stepped onto the stairs, and into the cold night,
Pretended I couldn't see you as you slipped through the low light
I cant pretend
That I haven’t gone too far and fucked up my head
Cause at night when I sleep,
My body swept out to sea
I know now, that I have no hope,
and I am not me
I have carried the weight of a lifetime of dead dreams,
on a back that wouldn’t break.
I was sick of the smoke, sick of my friends and sick of the life that I never chose.
I cant pretend
That I haven’t gone too far and fucked up my head
Cause at night when I sleep,
My body swept out to sea
I know now, that I have no hope,
and I am not me
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Crooked rain, pounding sideways inside my head,
the smell of sick heat, I'm sweating, sticking to my bed.
Caught between the dirt buried beneath the street
and the concrete; theres never any space for me.
I'm much too weak (you're much too late) to shoulder your weight.
So when the first flowers push out of the cold dead earth,
and the last light seems so late,
I will try my hardest to ward off the void,
so maybe we can meet somewhere in between.
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