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Barricade
03:43
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Abject terror at the thought
Of the damages I've wrought
Upon My Brain
Again and again I recall
The gravity of my own fall
Controlled insane
Missing evenings, days on end
All the messages I send
I scream for aid
Some days many things are clear
A million newer things to hear
I barricade
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2. |
Never Meant to Live
04:18
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We keep losing sight of what's ahead
We keep on living when we know that we're better off dead
We go to the bars and not our beds
But without the beer,
Would we still be friends?
I'll let you know when the summer ends
And every time I scroll the feed
I'm reminded of things I just don't need
As my brain melts
And my heart bleeds
I sit alone and smoke some weed
Technological anxiety
And I know that I don't wanna die
But I don't know why
And I know that I wanna stay alive
But sometimes I don't try
It's no wonder we stay inside
I can't think of a better place to hide
Lock the door
And shut the blinds
Tune out the world
And close my eyes
As I dream of another sunrise
And I know that I don't wanna die
But I don't know why
And I know that I wanna stay alive
But sometimes I don't try
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3. |
What's Past is Prologue
04:34
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Could you check my vital signs?
Tell me that I'm still alive
I haven't slept that much in days
I know that I can't escape
The shit that I have on my plate
I wasn't hungry in the first place
So what's the takeaway,
When it seems like all I do is make mistakes?
We live to see another day
And if we don't it will be okay
Because this world is not all that there is
I thought that I
Would know me better
After all this time
Turns out I hurt me the most
Now it haunts me like a ghost
In the back seat of my mind
Now that I'm old enough to see
Just how young I used to be
My head fells up with regret
So take me to another time
Where life was good and I felt fine
As I light this cigarette
And I thought that I
Would know me better
After all this time
Turns out I hurt me the most
Now it haunts me like a ghost
In the back seat of my mind
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4. |
Honestly, Honesty
04:35
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It seems like you've forgotten
All the lies you've lead
Your memories are rotten
Now get out of my head
Don't care about the guilt trip
You wanna take me on
I know that you will just skip
Over my parts till they are gone
Honestly, honesty,
Is not something I'm used to
But I don't know if I believe
Any words you say to me
You're taking up the air I breathe
Once again I'm losing sleep
And I know my friends will always be there for me
It seems like you've misconstrued
All the times we talked
Once I was coming unglued
But now I fucking rock
Don't care about the vision
You're trying to create
I'll stick with my decision
And I'll be fucking great
Honestly, honesty,
Is not something I'm used to
But I don't know if I believe
Any words you say to me
You're taking up the air I breathe
Once again I'm losing sleep
And I know my friends will always be there for me
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5. |
I'm Okay (I Promise)
05:03
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I'm tired of being so tired all the time,
Wrapped up in layers on my skin and in my mind
My depression is no desert of the soul
It's the softly falling snow settling in the trees
It's a deep night forest of evergreen
Endless gray skies, weighed down by the clouds
Formed by the fog that leaves my mouth
When I scream so loud
My depression is no desert of the soul
It's the softly falling snow settling in the trees
It's a deep night forest of evergreen
It's a long shadow that leads me away from the light
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6. |
Pressure
04:23
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These joyful moments that I fear
Where all I love is held so near
Yet slippery in my shaking grasp
I love the ride but I fear the crash
I wanna stop this pressure
From caving my chest in
From springing my soul free
Bringing me to hell again
These joyful moments that I fear
Where all I love is held so near
Yet slippery in my shaking grasp
I love the ride but I fear the crash
Won't someone stop this pressure
From caving my chest in
From springing my soul free
Bringing me to hell again
Pressure
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Alternative, Post-Whatever, Midwest CropTopCore, Queer/Non-Binary. Chronic over-sharers.
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