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WAISTD
02:21
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Iām coming up
On another change, itās all I count on
Weāve been here so long
What is real?
What choice do I have walking down this path?
Now I feel thereās a lesson here
In the kick me sign on my back
Bottle it up just for you
What am I supposed to do?
When I canāt even let myself in,
What am I supposed to do?
We get along
When it all aligns with expectations
Your favorite song
Overplayed
Weāre so far gone
Can you love me for who Iāve turned out to be
Or is it wrong to wish everything could come so easy?
Fighting just to let the words come through
It seems like you are giving up
Take the time to talk to me
Iām bleeding out for you to see
When I canāt even let myself in
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
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The PIMS
02:24
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Back in the city I was born in and
Havenāt been in many years
You can have it
If everyoneās forgiven you for what we both had done
Iām an hour in the future, an hour
Away from where we met
We could never leave each other alone and
I apologize for it
Youāve been playing a new game
And I know nothing stays the same
āCept the pit inside my stomach reserved
For when someone says your name
Working in the industry that sullied
Memories of summer with slurpees
And anything we could do to try and beat the heat
He was climbing neighborhood roofs estimating
The damage and the cost and debating
On where everything started
As if our thoughts make any difference
Youāve been playing a new game
And I know nothing stays the same
āCept the pit inside my stomach reserved
For when someone says your name
And I will not disagree with whatever you think of me
I know I canāt disagree with what they have to say of me
But Iāve been playing a new game and I will never speak your name
We are all still just the same with broken hearts / intact complaints
Youāve been playing a new game, and we know nothing stays the same
āCept the pit inside my stomach reserved for when I hear your name
The pit inside my stomach reserved for when I see your name
The pit inside my stomach reserved for when someone says your name
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Vessel
02:57
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Iām a vessel, arenāt I?
Circumventing hand me down lies
You donāt really want to mess with me
No you donāt even really want to mess with me tonight
Iām a restless sitter
A sore loser and a lousy winner
When Iām deep in my head I lose the world around me
Will I do it wrong or will I even do it at all
You got me with my back against the wall
But I canāt speak when Iām feeling small
Iām a vessel and dimensional
A sum of all the parts not wholly aware of
Cure me with a tender touch
Weāre facing it while weāre young
Cause it wonāt leave us alone
Iāll try to be here for you
Who am I when no oneās around me
Am I real at all
Until someone else has found me
Iām a vessel arenāt I?
A bleeding heart for all the vampires
Iām sharpening my stakes and drawing lines
Siphoning out only what is mine
Spending all my time forgetting time
You donāt really wanna mess with me
No you donāt really even want to mess with me tonight
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4. |
Saturn Return
02:05
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Still spending hours
Picking at my skin
But now itās a little bit different
Cause along with my teenage spots
Is a line for every year
Thatās passed since before I had em
I wish I could love like that
I wish I could still love somebody like that
Still spending my time
Scared to make a move
But now itās a little bit harder
Cause Iām alone with my crooked thoughts
I donāt need to be told
Iām not getting any younger
I wonāt fight I wonāt push back
Cause I know all youāll see is how I react
I donāt live for you
Iām conditioning out the conditioning out
For the truth
Someone else
Is sleeping under your roof
And in her sleep
She dreams of all the lives that she has missed
That she left behind
And honestly nobody could save her if they tried
She wouldnāt mind
Itās harrowing - when you dig in all the things you find
It never really ends
It never really ends
It never really ends
Still spending hours picking at my skin
Still spending hours picking at my skin
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5. |
Girl Suit
02:37
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Iāve been wearing my girl suit and eating canned soup
And sleeping in on borrowed time
You know that I canāt stand to lie but still Iām saying tired lines
And I donāt care if you know me cause I do
Iām not the same as I was and I hope the same for you
Iāve been wearing my girl suit thinking of tattoos
To cover up this skin of mine
And I hate living on your dime I know weāre barely getting by
And I want you to know me like I do
I still want the same things and I know the same is true for you
I know how I get when Iām distant
But lately Iām thinking Iād rather be
Honest than consistent
(Alone in rooms together / stuck along with all my feeling)
Honest than consistent
(Endless wait for you to notice til Iām ready to fall)
Iād rather be honest than consistent
(Apart to know what it means to be whole again)
Iād rather be honest than consistent
Iāll fall apart to put it all back into place again)
And Iād like you to know me now that I do
Iām not the same as I was and I hope the same for you
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6. |
I'm In I Am
02:24
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Iām in, I am the wound in your hand
I remind you when you touch the sand
I sit between the shift Iām needed to be
Someone for someone else
And in between, you canāt reach me / how does it feel?
I saw the change / you scanned my face and thought
āIs it worth it all?ā
You give, I take the moment I awake
How does it feel to know
If Iām going down, youāre coming too
Youāre losing sleep over me
And I lose time with you
Iām soft and weak, you donāt scare me
Why do I keep them at arm's length?
Iām in between, you canāt reach me
Iām in, I am the wound in your hand
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Anyway you slice it, itās all city streets and highways
Am I going round in circles, or am I walking a straight line?
Because everything Iām trying is a watchword for survival
With the dirt under my fingernails, Iām reaching up again
I donāt think itās all that serious / Iām not sure that it ever was
Iām leaving all the salt where I got it from
I cannot describe the difference when I feel alive
And you and I both know I canāt decide how living looks for you
But I can see the fire burning holes in labored silence
Youāve been dreaming big in secret keep your head down donāt give in
I donāt think itās all that serious / I STOP to think if IT ever WAS
Cause everything we felt mysterious, we had labeled as such
Give me a hand to hold for every truth untold I wonāt believe til I see it for myself
Give me a hand to hold for every truth untold I wonāt believe til I
Lay down all the defenses that keep me where Iāve always been
Iāll wander around assign meaning to all that Iāve found
No one can hold your head to the ground any longer
When your time comes if you
Lay down all the defenses that keep you where youāve always been
Youāll carve out the sound that gives meaning to all that youāve found
Iāll give you a hand to hold for every truth untold
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8. |
Loving Me
02:13
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Coming home in the clothes I wore the night before
I wouldnāt feel embarrassed if not for
The way we closed the door
And Iām shy
It takes a lot for me to
Even wind up here
But youāve got things to do
So I guess Iāll leave you to it
I donāt wish loving me on anyone
I donāt wish loving me on anyone
The tracklist comes together in the course of a month
You and I thought it could just be fun
But Iām shy
It takes a lot for me to say just what I want
I only know it when I see what I donāt
So I donāt wish loving me on anyone
I donāt wish loving me on anyone
Itās worth a moment of your time to feel my body crystallize
Itās worth a moment
Itās worth a moment
But I donāt wish loving me on anyone
I donāt wish loving me on anyone
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9. |
Real Life
02:44
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10. |
Mouth Breathing
02:51
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Mouth breathing
Split my lip open wide
Sorry Iām no fun tonight
Iāve been thinking about you
Cold feeling
And I know I canāt deny
Iāve been living life inside
And there isnāt much room
And I always want to play it just a little bit faster
Skipping the before and focusing on the after
Never relaxed the place I stand
Cause I canāt get away from who I am
And I always want to play it just a little bit faster
Than it has to be
Timeās fleeting
Canāt pretend that you are right
When youāre waiting to begin
In another season
Take me somewhere new
Where words arenāt spoken
I donāt know if I belong
But hereās to hoping
That the city can consume
All my wrongs and split me right open
And I always want to play it just a little bit faster
Skipping the before and focusing on the after
Never content in the place I stand
Cause I canāt seem to get away from who I am
I always want to play it just a little bit faster
Never did believe in any gods or any masters
Paralyzed in waiting for something new
Because I feel more scared of what Iāll never do
I always want to play it just a little bit faster
Keep me up all night
Keep me up all night
Guarantee Iāll see another morning
(Mouth breathing split my lip open wide
Sorry Iām no fun tonight)
(Mouth breathing split my lip open wide
Iāve been thinking about you)
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Megan From Work Manchester, New Hampshire
š«poppy punky indie rockš«
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