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"Running out of time" I said to my face. Left behind, another rat race. No excuse, no insulation. Shoot me in the head. Caught you in a dream, I don't know why I fucking dreamt you. You know all my friends and I don't think I've ever met you, but I saw your shape in my headroom. I woke up and you left. I wanted you. I want it back, and I said it before, I'll say it all again, I want the chance to call you my friend before I leave this town in ruin. I remember I was having a panic attack. I couldn't breathe, so I laid on my back and began to think about all I could not do. But then I closed my eyes and I felt you laying there beside me. Love, you were rubbing your soft hands on the broken skin on my face.
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It’s in this bed I used to make out with the dead I’d tell them fly above these sleeping city streets. There’s a girl she’s wrapped in linen sheets, she’s beautiful and sound asleep. I wish I was around to hold her hand. I went to sleep that night, I woke up and drained all my life. I joined my younger self from all the better time we'd gone by. I’d dreamt of suicide, and I didn’t go outside, and I drove to you and then we watched a thousand planes fall from the sky. Dead, again. I’d done it all again. I felt my body slip away and then my mortal sight began to fade. That day I laid awake thinking it's not enough to dig me out of this hole. Will it be here 'til the end or will it swallow my soul? Our bodies alive, our bodies are fried. I have to go away. I just want to be alive and let you know you’re in my eyes and run away from all these swollen corpses. I killed so many people. I met them at cerebral shows in which I met Death, that shit’s hard to forget. People should be known as problems. Metaphors will cause me problems. Moving on, I fell so fast. The sun came up, I'm back to life in bed. Reattaching arms and legs, I got right up out of my bed. Drove along I-85, in five minutes I’ll feel alive again. I’m passing Georgia Tech and Papa Johns, I see your head. Taking the turn onto Hirsch street, I feel these nerves they’re killing me. But I see your face, it’s all okay, I’ll live to die another day, between your arms is where I’ll stay. Let’s run away and hike for a day.
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Underwater
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I left the house, I watched my brains flow right out into an endless void. The thrill is gone, the heart destroyed. Sink with me. I’m killing my brain with all this THC. I turn on the TV and evaporate. I’ll push you back into the game. It’s left me, I’m sorry. Let’s step in to the flame. Go back, you're under attack. I won’t stay 17 for long. I’d travel back and look around because I’m growing old too fast. I’ve walked across this nation without the hesitation it took to pass your house without a sense of closure. You know, you made me want to be a little older. I understand it now, I laugh at the profound, and I’ll strike your demons. Drown me in Lake Acworth. Underwater, he’ll be bothered what I taught her. It’s a lot I think I’m fucking dead.
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Minds in Decay
01:03
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Can't I see? She's just me in my head while I work. She'll be gone when (if) I move on. I was ready to be a crutch of earth, and you didn't see. You could have hit me right in my face. I would have kept your hand in its place. I knew I had to leave you again. I'll never see you back in my bed, and now we're saying nothing again. At last this love is finally dead, and I can't stay. Hide in my brain, it's just a prison growing insane until it does its damage control and pushes sadness past its patrol, and now I know that I can't stay home again. I never want to see your face again. It's not a lack of better judgement but a plan. A man, I'm a torn and broken man with a battered, destroyed, and humanoid hand from the times you held it in your sleep, the times we let our weakness seep into our minds, and suicide was not a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I know she's enabled now.
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Morichro
02:18
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It's cold in this hot car, I keep us apart. I know I said this fling is dead, but it seems like I've lost my head. I'm sleeping from 12 to 12 again. A passing string of simple, careless words hit my heart like shuriken. Off the rails, November is a blur. So I let you go. Another world. To other places, with other girls? No. I'm not the man I used to be. When I blew up all the effigies of my friends I left in Illinois and the ones you built to fill the void (the one I couldn't fill myself), oh beautiful, oh beautiful, in that night I stood above you in relapse. Run with me. Watch me as I burn this fucking hell.
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