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Independence Day
04:43
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I swear to god I’m not running I’m just sick of standing still
12 years down of struggling to swallow one too many pills
Those old hands are spinning faster and faster
Soldier hold fast, now, brace for disaster
Or just the dawning of a brand new day
I’ve got the will, wow I just need the way
I’m running low on second chances
I’m running low on olive branches
Taking my honey and running to the left side of the setting sun
Promise to drop each other lines from time to time
If only just to be sure we’re both still alive
When you go your way and I go mine
Brother, I hope this won’t be the last time..
We say goodbye, oh the time does fly
And we’re both far too good at starting over
So raise one high with me one last time
‘Cause I was never one for crying sober
It’s hard enough to get you out of your bed
A whole other thing to get you out of your head
And that ain’t now way to spend a life
Sure ain’t no way to keep a wife
We could spend all of the time in the world reminiscing
Moaning and pissing about the things that we’re missing
But I’d rather let it ride than watch the world pass me by
I know last winter was harder than most
Leveling spirits leaving wandering ghosts
Then the summer came life a freight train run off the tracks
And I’m pretty sure it was right around Independence Day
You said “I’m pretty sure I’m dying”
I said “I’m pretty sure we all are at our own pace”
We make our beds and our bets in the choices that we make
You said “I’m pretty tired of fighting”
I said “I’m pretty sure we all are in our own ways”
No this ain’t goodbye, how the time does fly
And we’re both far too good at starting over
So raise one high with me one last time
‘Cause I was never one for crying sober
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2. |
A Better Kind
04:05
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I want to tear life to pieces, so I can find out how it works
Break down all the most painful moments to their basal components and bury all the hurt deep in the dirt.
I wanna rip it to shreds. Sweep up the scraps into a pile and then we could spend the whole of an evening just plotting and scheming how to piece it back together again
Doesn’t that sound like a better kind of breakdown?
I wanna smash through these walls. Swinging, screaming, laughing til I’m gasping for breath.
Deconstruct this house to the foundation and fill up the basement with all these thoughts of uselessness and death.
I wanna burn this mother____ down, sweep the ashes up in to a coffee tin.
Spread all that recycled carbon all across a new garden, and let it turn into something beautiful again.
Doesn’t that sound like a better kind of breakdown?
Surely, a whole lot more productive than the one I’m having now.
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3. |
Charlotte
04:57
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I swear to you I meant it
I guess I just didn’t know what it meant
Fortunes of praise turned hurtful phrases with a penny worth of good intent
I think we’re gonna need a medic
The bleeding is internal, but it’s leaking out
I’m sorry that I hurt you and I’m worried that’s it’s worse still that I can’t feel how
One pill to make you stronger
One pill to help you sleep
One pill won’t fix your will but it can help you through the weak
One second to pick up the phone
Twenty minutes to relay
It’s been months since we’ve really talked but I really hope that you’re ok
I’m gonna love you til the day I
I’m gonna love you til the day I
I’m gonna love you til the day I don’t.
Everything I wanted to be
Every intrusive thought
Is tied up with you is tied up in me has got me tied up in knots
If I could separate it from my conscience
Let shit go a bit more often maybe both of us could start to be the things we’re not
The silver linings fall with the rain upon the ground
Light and slow and somehow softening the sounds
Of the little storm above my head
Maybe run for cover for once instead of always turning up my face waiting to drown
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Barflies
03:46
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Pick your poison
Roll the dice
Here’s to the boys and here’s to the vice
Does anybody know, where exactly did the night go?
Time flies when you’re having fun
And the barflies are all having the time of their lives
You blink and it’s over
You can’t drink yourself sober, try as they might.
Who’s got the next game?
Who’s playing tonight?
Open mic’s next week, are you coming?
“I might”
“Oh, dance with me, lady in red.”
“What’s your name? What’s your drink?”
And a big list of things I coulda shoulda said
But time flies when you’re having fun
And the barflies are all having the time of our lives
Red rover, red rover, send another round over
This one’s on me
Time flies when you’re getting old
And the barflies are all aging right before my eyes
But it gets kinda hard to see when 6 turns to 10 turns to 3
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Hatchet
05:35
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It can feel like pulling teeth
Just getting myself in gear
With amateur dentistry at least you wind up with souvenirs
Am I the rabbit or
Am I the Fox
I still feel like Alice
Who’s to say?
Pretty sure I’m all three some days
Calling all relevant elephants out
There’s no place for hiding now
We’re stuck in this room we should figure it out
All we have is all this time
A captive of industry
The captain of my own cell
We’re products of production you and me
And much more but that’s a harder sell
If No news is good news
I want none of it on my tv
A dollar short and footloose
A day late and fancy free
I think that’s all I want to be
If all those remembering the severing fell
Who’s left alive to tell about it?
The hatchet can’t recall but the tree knows full well
And heaven knows it hurt like hell
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