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Wal-Martyr
03:51
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Keep the kids off of the furniture
Pay the nanny
Maybe pencil in a breath or two
I'm glad your life worked out for you
Seemed like youth was a fair trade for success
Perfect attendance led you fatefully to Wal Mart
You surrender a sigh then drop your advil in the cart
Your bright future locks you inside
When will you decide to live your life?
Don't give your time away you can't get it back
Your luck is drying up stretched across the rack
You almost had it, what happened to your spark?
You almost had it, what happened?
I'm glad your life worked out for you
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2. |
Holding On
03:53
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Her letter left and landed on my desk
Her purple stationery was addressed
In curly print that almost matched her hair
Nowadays simple romance is rare
His height is still marked on my door
But we don't play tag anymore
Maybe it's the world and maybe it's me
Or something in the air that I can't see
Everything is floating away and I'm just holding on to what used to be
I try to call up my childhood friend
Hi s voicemail tells me he's been using again
I hear the voice he slowly smoked away
Defiance used to mean staying up late
Now I know chemicals make her feel
Emotions used to seem so real
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3. |
What If
03:25
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Re:Re:Stacks
05:21
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Tug of War
03:35
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I hate the way she talks,
Her voice deceptively smooth
She plays her pawns with ease
I'm just a piece to move
I drift from room to room
But shaking her is tough
She's all that despise
But I can't get enough
She pulls me back and forth like tug of war, I'm never sure
In either case she's cut her way to my core and locked the door
I love her confidence,
Her style effortless
Impossible allure
Of a devil's kiss
And when she looks my way
Resentment vanishes
Can't help but steal a glimpse
Of smiles she brandishes
A gaudy party dress
Her hand stretched out to me
The constant waiting game
A whispered guarantee
Dragged to an empty room
Backed up against the wall
Our shadows almost meet
She steps away and lets me fall
She pulls me back and forth like tug of war, I'm never sure
In either case she's cut her way to my core and locked the door
She calls this a game; extortion is a crime
On this checkered board I'm just wasting my time
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7. |
Slow Burn
03:56
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Flight is just a dream I can't sustain even asleep
And every night, my time above the city shrinks more
And then I fall
Each new day seems a struggle to stay unique
'Cause in my mind everything I am will surely fade
And that is all
It's a slow burn as my voice caves in
It's a slow burn as the nightmares win
It's a slow burn
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8. |
Speechless
04:41
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When all your verses and every turn of phrase are derived from blank space
And you notice every single day is becoming more mundane
What's the point in speaking when you've got nothing to say?
When every moment you wish you were asleep
Anything to change the scenery
And when you get there you just break down and weep
But at least it's not reality
What's the point in speaking? I've got nothing to say
So I get drunk 'cause I know how
I numb my body 'til I black out
And I wonder why my mama's proud
Of her hollow son
When your secrets and your deepest blues just seem trivial next to the tribulations your friends suffer through
Your confessions come disguised as jokes
And when they laugh it's clear that I'm beyond hope
So what's the point in speaking? There's nothing to say
There's really nothing
So I get drunk and stumble 'round
I numb my body 'til I black out
And I wonder how on earth my father's proud
Of his hollow son
Aren't I just hollow?
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Today I climb into the dusty attic
With hopes to find a memory romantic
But as always I come across
The same relics I prayed would stay lost
Buried but not forgot
I gather up the pictures and the words
And take them down to the old pyre to burn
But as always I lose the nerve
The same frailty I vowed to inearth
Buried but not forgot
Ascend the creaky staircase like every time before
Let these relics gather dust forever more
These photographs depict the last passion I've got
And I'll keep them tucked away
Buried but not forgot
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10. |
I Began to Fall
03:07
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Could You Please
03:23
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Could you please lie to me or don't speak at all
When I ask the reason for these brick walls
And if I'm stuck in here forever more
My head has neither windows or doors
Could you please say I'm perfect once again or go
Because maybe this time I'll finally feel whole
But 'til then I'll force a smile
And explain it's just been an awfully long night
And I'm tired
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