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Awful Days
02:41
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I'm sorry babe, you'll never be able to wipe away this constant look of discomfort on my face
I need another you to help me find a way to waste away these days 'cause theres too many in the way
It's such a drag to go out every Friday to find someone new whos down to kick it in my room
And at my old school I used to think things were so cool, but I just smoked weed in my room and started fights with you
But you know me better than anyone else
You took my hand and I dragged you through hell
And I no longer feel like a shell
But a bloated sequel to a movie where the hero never helps
and turns out just to be a dick
Who traded all the love he had just to drink 'till he feels sick
You texted me today and I tried to stay a step away
So I wouldn't slip and fall into all my old cyclical ways
Even though I would love nothing more than to curl up next to you at the end of my awful days
All my terrible days.
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Hallway Carpet
03:58
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I've been fascinated recently by the way the sun reflects
On all the colors of the leaves
And try as though I might to paint a perfect picture every time
I'm thwarted by my lack of expertise
You gave a signal of distress you called I came
Tried to finesse a change but I misread the breeze
You disappeared into the trees
I watched the autumn wind reverse all of your tears' trajectories
~oohs~
Front porch sojourn on a summer night I got a new twist on
Some old ideas I think you'll understand
I've practiced all my lines in the bathroom mirror swore I wouldn't fuck up
But my rhetoric is putty in your hands
Words words words words words it's all you hear, it's all you've ever heard
So I sip my liquid self-pity from its silver can
Until I spill my guts with the contents of my stomach
On the hallway carpet sometime round 3am
~oohs~
Now she's talking to him in that flirtatious tone
And she's touching his arm so I pull out my phone
Like I've got texts to send oh man but it's just a lock screen
So I put it back in my pocket try my hardest not to be seen
Now my best friends are worried and now I've caught their eye
I wish I could leave wish I weren't so high
Cause now I'm trippin balls and they tell me to relax
Like it's all in my head well that's just as bad
~ohs~
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Up/Down
04:06
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I'm washed up at 21, You'll always say hi to me last
And the theory is if I avoid looking in your eyes, I'll avoid confronting my past
The longer I drink the less that I think but the closer I feel to alright
I've been at this game for a while it should be no surprise
Then you went upstairs to try and feel respected as I went downstairs where I felt neglected
Drunkenly determine what I think that goes on and why handling reality is always so hard
It was considerate of you to soften the blow by lying and saying you were going home
As you blur the divide that exists in my mind between paranoid delusions and real fucking life.
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