1. |
LCP
01:51
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Wax drips from teasing eyes,
My lungs you tantalize,
High deeds beneath the sun,
My lungs they come undone
What did you do to lose your loom?
Oh lord what have I done to you?
In the shadow of the sun,
Look how far I've come undone.
Last call professionals,
Speaks easy slurring words,
Cheap talk a dime for few,
I've heard the first from you.
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2. |
Glassroots
03:25
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Dream catcher,
But I can never release,
Now all these nightmares won't leave me in peace.
Shoes not laced,
My Head is misplaced,
Trying to find where I left my mind.
It's all over grown,
Over and above me.
Now I lay in glassroots.
Long before you and I,
Lucid evidently,
Now I lay in glassroots.
Past and present are the same,
There's a civil war inside me,
Long before all these last and lessened strains,
Now I lay in glassroots
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3. |
The Coast
02:20
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Calmer than the mountains,
Lay under oak and smoke,
Bathe in the golden sunset,
No catastrophes or a masterpiece,
I just release.
I'll take my time elsewhere,
Casted and alone,
Can't find a single reason,
Why you wanted to go.
The calm of the distant combing the oak,
But my consciousness is being revoked.
But I'll waste my days thinking of better ways to keep myself obtuse.
Blue like the deep end,
From the tree tops we ascend with the cherried smoke from off the coast.
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4. |
Coping Mechanism
01:56
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Share all the stars with me,
Find common ground without the ground.
Gleaming like the suns rounding over me, floating.
Help stitch the wounds from where they were last year,
And fall asleep and dream about it.
Slower it all begins to spin,
It's just a coping mechanism.
Breathe the sweet leaves up from our front,
And Fall asleep and dream without it.
Pay affection and warm my mind,
And keep my ghost of you feel so inclined.
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5. |
Aimless
03:29
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Aimless on moonlit sidestreets,
Faceless and spacious like separation felt.
Staring up singing to navy blue,
Upsetting scarring that I once drew.
No time for meaning or the rose,
Blinded by itching for cease of my own
Bound back my righteousness for more
The light that you shed just left my eyes sore
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6. |
Signal
02:57
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Forget what I smoke,
when the wind blows slow,
And where trees don't fall.
And with a single glance,
You can switch your stance,
Guilty nevertheless
Without a signal
Never a single
Addict to substance if it had a screen,
Inside my head like parasitic schemes,
Looking for switches that turn off eyesight,
Impending weather drying out my eyes.
From a different mind,
from a different time,
and lying at my feet.
Try to keep head straight,
Living in my state,
of a lobotomy.
Without a signal
Without a signal
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7. |
Taller
03:17
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Wash me away,
Sip salt water,
Say goodbye to the things we once discovered.
The ways we had spoke,
I'd stutter you'd smoke,
Exhaling the world with each and every single breath you take.
Every damn mistake I make, I can't confront or raise the stakes
It's too late.
Fall out for me
Over and over.
Fall out for me.
Closer and closer.
Throw away the bones in your closet,
Throw away the faith and the knowledge,
For another day,
For another day.
Rocks at my window,
Shattered on my floor,
Hard to deal with problems
When they're taller than before
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8. |
Artificial
03:44
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All these steering headlights come my way,
Rounding in my head.
I still pass myself when the leaves turn to gold.
If I Will I too, Will I too?
I can't help but ask what you had meant when it was over.
When I was sober.
Asleep I dream of candles over mantles and goals that I can handle
Planting seeds for future melodies, tremendously.
Ever lifting, severed, sifting into me.
You're artificial
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9. |
W.H.E.R.E.
02:56
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I'm lost in complexities,
Over and over I wake up sober,
But can't seem to stay that way.
And all of these weights on my head,
Act like hair but pull me down instead,
Like long strands of lead.
So I tie them together and hope for the better weather
So the leather wrapped around me won't, so it won't sever.
But Writing hardly explains recent events,
Because everything I see is pretty but it doesn't make sense to me
So huddle up a little closer
So huddle up a little closer
The absence of a place to go,
Or a direction where the water flows,
To a misplaced, but sly beginning.
So I piece it all together,
Like a bank at narrow rivers,
And try to find the last December I felt better
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10. |
Panic & Apathy
03:22
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Don't leave just yet,
You're silence says it all.
Don't breath just check,
If we lost ourselves again.
I've felt lost,
Like our breath in winter,
The rain falls,
I wish you had stayed.
I'm losing myself in panic and apathy,
I'm so ignorant.
The disorders I keep left a map for me,
I'm so distant.
There's nothing like destiny.
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