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Watercolour
00:44
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Depression is so easy to slip into,
Being proud of yourself can grow mould,
And manifest into hating yourself in the blink of an eye.
One minute, you're king of the world,
The next, you want to quit your job,
Delete everything you've ever created.
Getting rid of your crutches is the perfect habitat for rust,
And can remove the tint from your shades in a near heartbeat.
You feel guilty for staying in bed all day,
But can't face the world outside.
It's too convenient to say, "No, I don't want to today".
It's too convenient just to say, "I don't want to be in love, myself is enough".
But when you've watched the last movie, smoked the last cigarette or popped the last pill, your race restarts.
Masturbating the day away will only get you so far.
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Rapture
03:17
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Give me something new to write about,
Instead of those two years I keep crying about,
I want a different topic, not melancholic bullshit,
About never growing up and not giving a fuck.
Teach me how you do it,
How you make and break something new,
I wanna love you.
I miss being in love when you're the only person I'm dreaming of,
Something better than this, somewhere we can get away.
But I'm so scared of more than this,
Another day in paradise is just another day that I miss her by my side.
Teach me how you do it,
How you make and break something new,
I want to love you.
Teach me how you do it,
How you make and break something new,
I just wanna love you.
I just wanna love you.
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Anxiety is wanting to be loved, but not wanting to love,
It's the only consistency.
It's the comfort in the ravine you've fallen into,
Time and time again.
So darling, don't worry, for I am the cold chill when all else fails.
I'll be the poison ivy that winds around your neck.
I'll always be the thistles that break your fall,
And I may not be perfect,
but I'll catch you when there's no one else at all.
Because there's always room for two,
We can watch the moon rise, enticing those who pass us by,
Swallow the angels within our roots and weeds,
Drain the life from their eyes,
Only for them to sleep amongst the reeds.
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4. |
Too Cool For School
02:54
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I can feel the cool breeze burn the back of my head,
You can't touch me when I'm lying in bed,
I replay every word you said,
And when they're finished, I play them again.
I would love to erase these curses you've set,
But I keep them tucked up, I keep them well fed,
Laid out together on my bedspread.
Apparently, you're too cool to ask my name,
You're too cool so you just stay the same,
And you say the attitude just comes with the fame,
Of being an asshole, it's such a shame.
Trying so hard not to concentrate on fucking up,
But the more I try, the more it feels like I'm just growing up.
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The holes in your fishnets matched the holes in your lungs,
Somewhat absent, but still holding substance,
Sounds like us.
As you exhaled and let the smoke pass your lips,
You'd sink into that chaise lounge,
And you'd fade quicker than you could say "he loves it more than me",
But you were wrong.
See, that was programmed in me way before my birth,
Addiction trickling from generation to generation,
Because we were tired of living in the dirt,
That doctor new my conviction, way before you tongue had left your teeth,
The horns in my brain trying to break free,
reflecting from your glistening eyes for all to see.
That doctor new my conviction, way before you tongue had left your teeth,
The horns in my brain trying to break free,
reflecting from your glistening eyes for all to see.
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6. |
Anesthesia Blues Pt. 2
01:46
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I've lost my hearing,
I've told you before how I miss those songs,
The melodies accompanied your words like clockwork,
I can't listen to another second, it feels so wrong.
Just like we're lying to your mother again,
About the pills we pop to bring back that tint in our love,
Just like we're lying to your mother again,
About the bills we missed, chasing doves, it feels so wrong.
I've lost my sense of taste,
And I've told you before that I miss your bitterness,
They blended together like harmonies, they're sour now,
But that's probably for the best.
When I was a young girl,
My mother, she helped me,
To become who I am now,
And I'm not going back there.
You'll never understand how I try and follow in your footsteps,
Retracing every footprint in the sand just to be swept away by the wind,
So try not to say something you'll regret,
Or start another argument that you can't end
You are the summer breeze and I am the winter snow.
You are the summer breeze and I am the winter snow.
You are the summer breeze and I am the winter snow.
You are the summer breeze and I am the winter snow.
Separated by scalpel,
Synced together in sickness,
Remove my memory from the mantle,
History mistaken for weakness.
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8. |
Like Vermin
03:21
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Write me in your book of pain,
But remember me when I'm gone.
Remember me like the summer rain,
But hate me like the winter snow.
Let me bleed my words all over your pages,
Can't you see why this hurts?
The history of my rages.
I feel alone and it's breaking my bones,
Like vermin, I'm learning,
To eat the scraps of your person.
I'm the castaway of the parade,
The one who slipped away,
So just dress me in my Sunday best,
And scatter my ashes, lay me to rest.
Just let me love you,
Let me judge you,
Let me touch you,
Feel this through and through.
Let me be your Shinigami,
And I'll fall in love with you,
I'll season and I'll unravel,
What a beautiful way to kill.
Lets stay together forever.
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9. |
Bourne
03:15
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I fucked it up again, thought i'd lost everything,
but now, I've lost my only friend,
Pushed everyone away, and now I lost you,
You're the only one who helped me and now you're gone too.
I saw you struggling,
Not knowing what to do,
No matter what shit came,
You pushed your soul through.
I have dreams about taking you away,
Where I beg you to leave but you just want to stay.
I beat myself up for this, it's not your fault but mine,
So don't worry, it's my head on the line.
Do you remember that night we sat on my roof in our dressing gowns,
Smoking cigarettes, just the moon and us two?
It was like we were soaring away from any of lifes shit,
My God, how fucking high we flew.
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