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Trenches
03:34
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It's 4 a.m. I have nowhere to go
The tank's near empty, just like my hope
I'll fight another mile down this haunting road
But you left me with nowhere to go
Seas are raging like the season's changing
Lack of patience is tearing at my skin
But I am comfortable with my life
Maybe it's too much for me to ask,
for you to take a look back at everything you left behind
I fell apart
I can't seem to handle the season
Your voice my call back to reason
Try to let go of everything I'm feeling
I'll be all right
I'm torn up like the boards on your back porch
Nothing seems to stay the same
Remember that night, where you left me shaking on the floor
I came to terms with myself in my own skin
But you were walking out the door
Maybe it's too much for me to ask,
for you to take a look back at everything you left behind
I fell apart
I can't seem to handle the season
Your voice my call back to reason
Try to let go of everything I'm feeling
I'll be all right
I spent my life in basements
That's where I feel whole
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2. |
Dead Weight
03:58
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This is my life
I'll try to keep it together,
Not to let it slip, I'll grip it in my hands
Not leave it for the others
A few years ago this seemed fucked up
Now it's just the real life of my friends and I
And the things we do
The view that surrounds me is always changing
With my eyes on the road to keep my bones from breaking
The heartbeat in my chest is the only steady thing to me
Carrying the dead weight in my state is such a stable thing
More stable than you think
I won't let a word you say break through to me
I'll stand firm on my own two feet
The view that surrounds me is always changing
With my eyes on the road to keep my bones from breaking
The heartbeat in my chest is the only steady thing to me
Carrying the dead weight in my state is such a stable thing
More stable than you think
I'm losing it all
But I'll come back next year
With something to prove
You all wrong
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3. |
Growth
01:28
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Another New Year's Eve
Buried shoes in snow til we found concrete
We were close you and me
Safety and stability
I'm such a wreck at nineteen
Start fights and cause a scene
Can't share the air you breathe
I thought you'd be there
To Carry me.
I'm better on my own
With an empty heart and battered bones
Not much to show
But up like a seed I'll grow
Just passing through
Like the rocks I'd throw through your open window
You filled this hole
With empty promises and broken bottles
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4. |
Sickamore
02:39
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I represent a lack of progress
Lost in myself I can find no solace
When all I have is me and
It's never enough it seems
You treasure all of the pressure
Fucking up my head
Countless times you've crossed the line
Over and over I can't deny
When every silhouette was another withered rose
Another shattered hope
I never thought I'd run away in hope that you'd follow me
Retrace the footsteps paved by my hollow feet
Lost inside a mind that's full of grief
There's no home for me
I've become so weak
I'm losing sleep over wounds that will never heal
You cut the surface
I've lost all purpose
This has all become to real
When every silhouette was another withered rose
Another shattered hope
I never thought I'd run away in hope that you'd follow me
Retrace the footsteps paved by my hollow feet
Lost inside a mind that's full of grief
There's no home for me
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