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2/15/14
00:16
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Five feet between my window and the next house over, and all I see are snow drifts, but it's no worse than staring at grey concrete walls.
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Untitled
04:20
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I'm becoming the kinds of things I never wanted to be
In my head, through this pen, it's always about me
Oh how selfish I can be
I'm flooded out, just gutted
Please keep all eyes off of me
I hate feeling responsible for your disgust with all of this
I just sit and collect dust
My knees are rusted, and my mouth is sewn shut
And I'm egotistical enough
To think it even matters
I've got twitching hands and terrible night sweats, with a mind that simply won't rest
All my callouses are wearing thin, with nothing to hold on to
And every other word out of my mouth is an apology
I'm not even sure what I'm sorry for these days
My knuckles are sore
And my eyes are red
I'm so goddamn bad at this
Can't even get myself out of bed
All I want is another chance
But I'd probably blow it
Every time I take two or five, I've got nothing to show for it
I've forgotten how to fill my lungs
I spend my days choking on sawdust
Yes it's really been that long since I've seen the sun
I'm sorry I dragged you along into this
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3. |
Redundant
04:09
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4. |
As Small Town As It Gets
03:37
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I wish the city changed me more than this
And it's terrifying to think
I'm as small town as it gets
I don't know if my ambitions drowned
Or if it's just taken me a while
to figure out what I want
All I know is that I can only write
in dark grade school parking lots
I'm just looking to be happy
And I can't wait ten more years
When I find myself back on solid ground
I don't know if anything I feel
Is just nostalgia or true longing
Cause everything I read can't seem to spot the difference
And now I can't either
This is my response to months of shitty weeks
To hide away and pretend it's not happening
I will go for days without saying a word
And get scared when I hear myself speak
Now I've been screaming about how I've been broken for almost three years
I'm sorry I still haven't learned to shut up and get over it
Cause I'm a white boy whose life kicked his teeth in
So obviously I've got to sing about how
It seems like a heart attack will strike me in my sleep
Or how I don't feel things
Or worse I'm making it all about me
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6. |
I've Got Friends
04:00
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If I had a desire to learn how to drive
I'd run out to the fields of the midwest, maybe Idaho
Without a single look back
I've grown a quick distaste for the city
And I've got friends who always seem to get uneasy when they can't feel the ocean
It's just not the way I prefer to see myself as insignificant
Cause the only times I've felt at home these past few years
Was when I ground slowly died beneath my feet
I've spent late nights in the parking lots of churches I'd never step inside
Staring at their brick facades from the safety of the sidewalk
Maybe wanting to feel close to something I've
always considered to be a lie
And I've got friends whose metaphors don't twist with the change of the wind
While I search for religion in between radio stations
Cause if I get far enough away, I'm sure to find it
But then what do I do, when I think that god is listening
I get claustrophobic when I see shorebirds circling
It's a fear of the sea that has nothing to to with drowning
All it does is make me want to believe
When I know, I'll never have the conviction for it
And I've got friends, I've got friends
Who can't stand the solitude I think I always sought
Rightfully afraid of disappearing into nothing or maybe I'm just projecting
I can't seem to decide for myself which one is worse
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Deer Next 3 Miles Washington, D.C.
Well now I'm a singer-songwriter who lives in DC so who even knows what's going on anymore.
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