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Be still even if its true I expected more from you
These hearts, these wasted days
But here's to looking at you kid, cross your heart and hope to live
Everyone in here knows there nickle ain't worth no dime.
Maybe it was something my mother said, "boy you've just got moving on blood" So move on, yeah go on.
See I could feel a heavy hand when I heard you say, that you just wish that you could go back and make it stay, but times a dog that's really prone to running away and what about all the new people you'll learn to hate?
Maybe it was something my mother said, "boy you've just got moving on blood" So move on, yeah go on.
And I guess Ill leave the light on, but I'm not gonna wait up, cause I've seen your heart, and your secrets safe. There's a dangerous rhythm in the way you speak your words. Some secrets die with you, and others are what killed you.
(cause my heads a prison, and no one visits)
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Testostertone
04:00
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Someday soon I'll sink into this skin, but until then ill pretend that I know where to begin. Letting the blood rest inside my legs driving home from tempting fate and no there's nothing that you could say.
Red light district tell me the truth, is there any solace in you? Late night tongue fights twist like you do, oh so good at being so bad.
Because it all feels, to close and loud, and it all heals into dark clouds
But Ill take my chances on burning out, if my body could join my head in the clouds.
For what its worth it really ain't worth much. You said yourself were weak machines so prone to giving up. Loosely fitting words of advice, and greeting card sentiments what could you not think of that yourself?
Red light district tell me the truth, is there any solace in you? Late night tongue fights twist like you do, oh so good at being so bad.
Because it all feels, to close and loud, and it all heals into dark clouds
But Ill take my chances on burning out, if my body could join my head in the clouds.
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That's So So. Cal.
01:16
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Wearing down the string of your rosary beads in the ICU.
Turns out olive branches grow only as the rivers of tragedy flow.
The bloodlines are drawn in the sand, and I understand but your still a fucking coward.
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Does it look like I would care to watch you cultivate your insecurities by stomaching self loathing and living on the webs? Spending all your time contemplating your narcissistic tendencies but doing nothing to keep them at bay.
Taking tips from a self important audience what a worthless load of shit. I can't admit it, but I'm just mad at myself for putting up with it.
Does it look like I would care to watch you cultivate your insecurities by stomaching self loathing and living on the webs? Spending all your time contemplating your narcissistic tendencies but doing nothing to keep them at bay.
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Akot Of Survival Kits
02:49
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It's good to know that you've been doing alright, and that you don't need me or them or anyone. Its good to know your not kept up late at night because the monster underneath your bed it dead now. I guess its good that you found peace in the fight to move forward, to keep close, to balance. I assume that you would rather forget a retrospective of passing ships in the evening.
(Right on the kitchen counter we laid to waste or catholic names, fugitives of the people that swear were a waste of space. Do you remember New Years eve and what you said to me? "It doesn't matter what happens now, were in a place that time will never touch.")
I pull you down and I can finally see that now because your anything but in need of guidance. Who am I to assume that I know best, when I would bite the hand the feeds in an instant.
If in time you come to find that there all apes and no ones listening, I will always.
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