Issac_mUsical_Thing
So awesome, I really loved listening to this while I was on a long walk.
800/795
Favorite track: Eight Hundred Miles.
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1212
03:46
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Waking up again
In the same bed I always have
Time to take the same old train
The same old song and dance
Dreadful fog upon the hills
Five lanes of suicides
Empty plots of land
Yet to be occupied
I hope that I don’t wake up tomorrow
I don’t know what I have left in me
Board your 2 ton death machine
To take you to your job
so you can stay imprisoned in this town
Find the courage to stay
In the flesh you call your home
And be the man your mother tried to raise
(I hate being stared down by the headlights of passing cars
Their violent glowing eyes like lances through my skull
I just want to go home but every red light in this town is timed just to fuck with me)
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The song you named after my town
I like to think it was about me
The song is not a positive one
I just like the idea of being your muse
I like to pretend you think about me from time to time
I wish I lived in your head like you live in mine
I want to shout your name from the rooftops
I want to worship your words like a gospel
I'm not going to Heaven
So I hope you go to Hell
We can embrace in the flames of eternity
Fantasies live in my mind
Ones where you really love me
And in the underpass of the interstate
We live without a care
And I like the part where you put your arms around my shoulders
But I hate the part where I wake up
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Eight Hundred Miles
03:51
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I haven’t seen your face
I haven’t heard your voice
But I know that you may be something special
There I go attaching myself to anyone desperate enough to talk to me
There are eight hundred miles keeping us apart
Eight hundred miles that keep me from telling
If we have a chance at being something
Or if you’re just another man across the screen
I fell in love with your profile picture
You haven’t seen my face
You haven’t heard my voice
I’m afraid if you did you wouldn’t want anything to do with me
There I go falling in love with anyone who shows me but a modicum of kindness
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Scoot Inn
05:17
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I saw your face in a sea of grayed out incidentals
And we stood in line
In a waste of time
And as I watched the back of your head I pondered
If you knew my name
Would you say it right?
And I thought of saying something
But there was nothing to say
I didn't want to ruin a night out with your friends
Or bother you with hopeless dismay
I'll never see you again
But you'll live in my head
Until I'm sane or dead
And somewhere down the line I'll think about what could have been if I had the guts to know your name
You tried explaining your hallucinations to me
but I was too enticed
by your glassed-over eyes
The words you stammered out were nearly incoherent
I think you were high
That or you just died
And I wish that I had said nothing
Cause there was nothing to say
I just ruined a night out with myself
What's keeping me here anyway?
And I just want to leave
And you're puking your guts on the pavement
LSD is killing me and I want to wake up from this nightmare
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Western Movies
02:22
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All your friends and loved ones
Moved away from your hometown
And left you stranded with no future or people to talk to
Every day it gets harder to believe
That things will work themselves out for me
All your favorite bands
Are putting out their final albums
And playing farewell tours you could never afford
Every day it gets harder to believe
That the leaves will grow back in the spring
I need a new movie to think about endlessly
If you want to leave, to drive you home would mean everything
I'd like to believe you're sitting in my passenger seat
You'd make me feel like a real human being
(and a real hero)
All my dreams just mock me
They put me in a life I wish I lived
Only to rip me apart and have me waking up crying
Every day it gets harder to believe
Someone will come here to save me
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Throwing In the Towel
03:42
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Woke up this morning and everything felt off
Couldn't help but think everything was wrong
The way my skin felt on my body
The way my pride was gone
Another severed tie
Another scrapped song
Another sleepless night
Nothing good ever lasts long
I'm starting to consider throwing in the towel
Excessive in dread but lacking willpower
Hell doesn't sound so bad cause nothing's expected of you
Oh nothing’s expected of you
The other day I saw a dead dog rotting on the street
He looked like he had been there for days, his brains had painted the concrete
But I didn't even weep
In fact I envied just how peaceful he looked in his sleep
Another ten hour shift
Another dead friend (let's just be friends)
Another illness that makes me want a bullet through my head
(relieve my head)
I regret coming out to this party
There's nothing to do here but get drunk, get high and embarrass yourself
(relieve my head)
(kill me)
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Never Yours
04:35
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You make me turn my head checking every corner
Stare out the windows looking for your silhouette
Go to confession backed by the same four campfire chords
Do the same old love songs like they're cigarettes
Every time I see a figure walk by me I hope it's yours
(it's never yours)
Every time I hear voices I hope yours is in the chorus
(It's never yours)
Every snapshot of you in my head a painting smeared in Vaseline
I admire your perfect form and confidence for seconds at a time
Do I want you or are you who I want to be?
Uncaring about what someone thinks of my life
And I find myself praying that God will send a savior
Adorned in alternative robes and a halo of animal ears
And He will come to me and free my soul from sin
And He will hold me in His arms and calm my isolation fears
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Rigor Mortis
04:19
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I'm tired of you, cryptid
Death grip on my heart for so long
Living rigor mortis
Fluorescent knives open my skull
I can’t move on
Every time I see your face
Oh how I hope that it’s the last time
How many lifetimes will you be my siren?
Red streaks run down my face
Nose is bleeding and my brain is fried
I didn't want you to see me like this
The bags under my bloodshot eyes
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Distant Figures
03:56
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I've since become disillusioned with the lake
I don't observe the shoreline anymore
It just takes the form of your face
And taunts me with its somber waves
Sometimes I wish
you stayed a distant figure
A nameless, faceless song on my phone
I can't keep waiting for the final moment
To say the words I'd never say
I can't stay here in this town forever
I've already filled that tree in with your secret
And maybe it’s for the better
And the distance exists for a reason
I'm done crying in my car over you
This empty parking lot deserves so much better
Sometimes I wish
I stayed a distant figure
A dog limping on the streets for attention
Sometimes I wish
We weren't such distant figures
But I can't hold onto something that isn't
The moon above me
The stars that shine around it
I know that they're the ones that you see
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