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As Above
01:34
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We're not alone
When the hurt hits home
We stay strong
And let our hearts glow
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I know you don’t wanna hear what I got to say,
it’s not the right town, the right time anyways, anyways.
And I am not the kind of person
who displays emotions appropriately.
There’s a silver sort of lining on this mess
and I’m not surprised I didn’t see it when it reared its ugly head.
I wanna change the world and I wanna change myself,
but everything’s better when you’re somebody else.
Maybe in a new time, right time, I’m fine,
I will recognize the things that are good in life.
You’re not ready to think you’re ready to do this on your own.
And I’m not ready to think I’m ready to let this go.
You can’t pretend that you know
what the dirt from your body is going to grow.
There’s more rhyme than reason
in the seeds that we sow.
No one wants to admit that they’re wrong
and no one has the guts to claim they’re right when the truth burns out, fading to a dim light.
The ego of my youth is blinding me.
I have my own gravity.
The sound of my voice stifles everything,
I’m not sure that’s how it’s supposed to be.
And I am not the kind of person who displays emotion appropriately.
You can’t pretend that you know
what the dirt from your body is going to grow.
There’s more rhyme than reason
in the seeds that we sow.
No one wants to admit that they’re wrong
and no one has the guts to claim they’re right when the truth burns out, fading to a dim light. that's the way it is.
You’re not ready to think you’re ready to do this on your own
and I’m not ready to think I’m ready to let this go.
I didn’t mean to get sentimental about anything.
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3. |
To Search for Clarity
04:23
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Are waves crashing or am I just imagining floods in me?
I guess I'll never see,
I'm pouring out, and I'm forgetting about
all the retribution I force on myself.
And the dull ache,
caused by mental revisions of things I can't take,
it's burning me and I can't tell what I prefer:
the coldness of the water or the flames getting hotter.
I can't seem to sit still without picking holes in your couch
or my skin and
you don't seem to know where it all began,
well who am I to judge?
And I'm not sure if I'm bored or just self absorbed.
I don't know what anyone wants with me,
what do you want with me?
I'm sleeping in a shipwreck
can you cut me some slack?
I know the answer's no
but I can't stop asking that.
My patience is splintering like dry bone
and I can't stand feeling my pulse through dial tone.
We've got fair shame in everything
and remnants of your life bring back hurricanes.
I don't wanna fight no more
Real people aren't people
until they prove they're something more
I don't wanna fight no more
Real people aren't people
until they prove they're something more
(Get up)
I can't seem to sit still without picking holes in your couch
or my skin and
you don't seem to know where it all began,
well who am I to judge?
And I'm not sure if I'm bored or just self absorbed.
I don't know what anyone wants with me,
what do you want with me?
So focus on the stars,
until the light makes you dizzy.
I sleep pressed against the window
so the night might swallow me.
I don't wanna fight no more
So focus on the stars,
until the light makes you dizzy.
I sleep pressed against the window
so the night might swallow me.
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4. |
Grey
04:47
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You’re swelling along laugh lines.
You wanted to run inside.
Something dark in the eyes of the plywood
making up the home where you died.
Are you tired of doing what you think you should?
You feel wired, like caffeine never did you right-
Pulse point to pulse point,
wrist to your forehead.
You’ve learned to breathe in a way that don’t affect the dead.
You’ve learned to breath in a way you can’t feel in your head.
Pulse point to pulse point,
wrist to your forehead.
There’s an edge to the night,
I thought it was where I wanted to die.
There’s something proper in pretending you know what’s right.
In the valleys, the gaping abyss, coherence found where two mountains first kiss,
everything is breaking around us.
I want to break my breath,
hear nothing in the place of silence,
but where pulse points are meeting,
my ears are still ringing.
And on the street you used to love, there are people building lives,
there are people building homes tall to cover up lies told.
Darkness accumulating, no longer bright light,
no one starts bad and no one dies right.
Do you think about the size of your mind versus all of times?
Do you think about how age, growing up to win a worthless prize,
makes us all cruel, guilt stifled back with greed.
I've not committed worthless deeds,
I'm just learning how to be,
Understanding,
understand me.
I am not the person I used to be.
I am not the person I want to be.
There’s an edge to the night,
a needle-thin chasm between something that might
divide into two like your view on the world
but you’re breathing and you’re gasping, freezing your lungs in the cold.
and the stars are burning and they’re breaking the sky that could never hold
the unsurity and insincerity, that has been the basis of anxiety
on the difference between people and the choices they chase after
and the differences that bleed through your past and your future.
We’re not born,
ingrained with a sense of right and wrong.
We’re taught this,
patterns from the natural world.
Twisted from the manmade fear of not being the one whose words are gospel,
we grow, rather, we shrink into something poisoned and hostile
because we’re thinking in terms of opposites,
two things we believe cannot coexist,
instead of befriending indecision,
the fine lines between two decisions:
the grey.
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5. |
I Miss the Nights...
03:02
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...and your demons are friends with mind,
they spend the time passing by,
trading glances and trading blows,
fascinated by the pace we grow apart.
I’m pulling teeth while waiting for your response.
My relief,
it can wait ‘till I’m dead,
but by then this song will be stuck in your head.
As you catch up with flames,
I remember the day that
I stood right beside you with matches in hand.
As you catch up with flames,
I remember everything.
The cracks in the concrete follow you where the sidewalk ends.
Now, I’m confronted with the fact
that like a catalyst we react in many violent ways, through a silent phrase.
And what am I to do when your love was the only thing that gave me fucking clue,
to who I am, to who I want to be?
These words I speak will reveal an epiphany.
I feel love, I feel truth,
Only when I’m standing beside you.
I am the tree that your roots rot under
with no intention of killing,
to these flames I surrender.
Do something to me to make me feel pain,
so I know that it’s real, so I know that it won’t change.
You were a cardiac arrest that my mind saw coming but my heart could not resist.
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6. |
Old Salts
04:58
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If my spine was made of bone,
I’d do things on my own.
You were glad you were a piece of the puzzle
we had no photo for.
Your concept of time is ticking in my throat,
timing each word to where the conversation chokes
I rested my time and grew spiteful of myself,
fixing these things that were fixed from the let down.
I cannot pretend that I felt like one of them.
You weren't there and I thought it was my fault,
marrying words to keep my skin away from old salts.
How could I be so naive to the optimism that you feed,
I wear my false sense of self over pooling skin and misread health.
I dive deeper to tear apart of me
and when I find nothing I don’t feel anything.
How could you put me here and think that I would thrive,
(I cant let this go)
that all these ugly fears have been my only drive.
(hands shake, body slows)
How could you call my name from the corner of the room,
(I cant let this go)
watch as walls fall apart as i followed suite.
(hands shake, body slows)
I rested my time and grew spiteful of myself,
fixing these things that were fixed from the let down.
I cannot pretend that I felt like one of them.
You weren't there and I thought it was my fault,
marrying words to keep my skin away from old salts.
Somethings wrong.
I want you to fix it.
I wanna be strong,
but you just don't listen.
Sometimes you gotta take a walk through the forest to see that the grass is greener where you started out,
and if my rhymes catch your eyes in a way that don’t reflect light,
I hope you open a window and climb into the sunshine.
Let your skin burn off and fall into nothing.
If i fall to my knees can I still feel the earth pulsating?
Let my body decompose
where the flowers used to grow.
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7. |
So Below
04:50
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You’re not welcome here.
There are places that I fear that have taught me things that I never wanted to hear,
And if the words in my throat match up with the lines of the horizon, I’d find it harder to choke.
This compass defines me,
It robs of all traits.
It’s getting harder and harder to stomach how much it weighs.
You’re not welcome here.
This pain becomes my albatross.
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