1. |
Everybody is Watching
04:35
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You sleep as I lay here and wonder
If the shadow outside my window
Gets Stronger by the day
And I toss and turn
At the thoughts in the back of my mind
And I've learned that maybe my words
Arn't always that kind
I pulled over for the sirens
Which will carry me home
To my bed where I can forget about
All that I've know
And start anew
I'll build my brain back to its former state
And I don't think anyone should
Follow my mistakes
They look to me
As I scream and I yell
You can't do any worse and I can't help you through this
They look to me
As I lay here paralyzed
There is nothing wrong but there is always something not quite right
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2. |
For Honour
03:54
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I sit here in your living room
Above a floor of broken dreams
And things that I would never scream out loud
I am here in your darkened room at 4 in the morning
Thinking sentences of which I'm not proud
Everybody has to fall sometimes
And to me it seems to happen more than I care to admit
I am like your parents place out on the lake
I am quiet with my confidence
Writing songs and sounds that hurt your heart
I look
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3. |
I Lay Here
02:44
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There's some things I cant figure out
Like how the pavement hurts less when I black out
The cans of beer block my spinal column
How they crumble far to loudly when your boyfriend knocks them down
I sit here at 9 in the morning
Drinking baileys and coffee until I understand english
She says it's the day of our lord if you choose to believe in trivial things
And I feel that I am falling through the floor it smells like cigarette butts
And I feel I feel I need something more
There's some things that I don't want to look at
Like 19th century paintings in his broken down apartment
Don't talk like you were there your not a fly on the wall
You would die the second the snow starts
And I lay here at 3 in the morning
Trying to sort out a story for why I skipped class
She says you're only hungover but I haven't slept in days and I'm scared to ask
Could I stay another night on the couch or the floor
Cause I need more time to figure these things out
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4. |
Dishonestly
03:06
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This sickness
Is not good for anyone
and I'm losing touch
With all the things I thought I could become
These sleepless nights
Are catching up with me
And I'm losing steam
And all the things I tried to lean on
She looks to me and says
Why don't you go
In my dishonestly I honestly I
Just don't know
My weakness
Is taking anything to help me sleep
And when I wake
I find I can not breath
This classroom air
Is getting boring
And I'm scared that this
Is not all that I made it out to be
She looks to me and says
Why don't you go
In my dishonestly I honestly I
Just don't know
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Electric Blanket Victoria, British Columbia
Warm and cozy music for cold sad days.
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