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Neon Skyline II
05:18
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I am slowly sweating every drop of confidence I had this week
I can feel your slated stasis when you change the shaking in your sheets
I have never been good at confessions, here’s me living up to that
If I ever get the nerve to tell you promise me you won’t be mad
I am fighting every word that’s describing what you’re worth to me
I’m forcing them the wrong way down my throat
I strain my voice for you and you don’t listen, that’s the truth
It’s not like you would turn your head at a new note
I’ve been wandering around the fact that I like you so much I’m lost
I stopped asking directions ‘cause directions to you bare a mighty cost
Are you sick of all the songs I’ve written for you? ‘Cause I know I’d be
I’d have no reason to feel anything about them, that’s if that were me
You’ve been on my mind so much I forget other things I’m supposed to
Focus on ‘cause you’re my focal point
I’m losing sight of things that I should care about at least
I care about you, and I hope you’re not annoyed
I’m noticing a stretch in my growing, fragile flesh
If you saw it I don’t know what you would think
Would you care or would you not? I haven’t given it much thought
‘Cause I’m distracted by these little songs I sing
And I’ve given up on trying to write a bridge until I bridge the gap
Between my social awkwardness and you
You’re moving back to your hometown, I really wish you wouldn’t now
At least not before I tell you something new
It might not never come out, and that’s not to worry about
Because it isn’t like that’s really any news
But when you end up next to me, sitting in my passenger’s seat
The neon skyline shines forever over you
I am slowly sweating every drop of confidence I had this week
Today was supposed to be the day that I would tell you what you truly mean to me
But my cowardice took over now I sit here wishing I had had the guts
To tell you everything but I still don’t know if that’d even be enough
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My Eclipse
05:06
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There’s an ache that’s burning inside you, I want to stop it
I’m making it my mission to always watch it
If it would make you healthy I’d steal your sickness
And if you want me breaking, I’ll crumble to bits
‘Cause I won’t be the one to let you fall to pieces again
And I won’t be the one to let you fall to pieces again
I’ll sacrifice everything I have to have you
My possessions mean nothing if they don’t include
Your presence and your gifted beauty next to
My own depletion journey it’s all that I’ll do
‘Cause I won’t be the one to let you fall to pieces again
And I won’t be the one to let you fall to pieces again
I will put the world in your hands just to prove I exist
And I will steal the stars for you if you will be my eclipse
I see the constellations make up images of you
I seek no consultations I am perfectly in tune
This night I wish for nothing more but to be next to you
‘Cause all the galaxies and universes aren’t as grand as everything you do
‘Cause I won’t be the one to let you fall to pieces again
And I won’t be the one to let you fall to pieces again
I will put the world in your hands just to prove I exist
And I will steal the stars for you if you will be my eclipse
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(I've Got) The Number
05:32
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If you need to talk I’ll be here for you
If you need to tell me what you’re going through
I will listen close
As the one you chose
If you need someone that you do not know
So you won’t be judged for your lack of hope
I will understand
As your closest friend
If you’ve got the time, I’ve got the number
It isn’t mine, it’s for another
Speak to the one you have never met
I’ll call you tomorrow, see how it went
It’s harder to cry to someone you’re close to
Comfort is key when you’re in a struggle
Talk through your pain to distorted strangers
They’ll keep you sane and far from the dangers
If the ache inside does refuse to cease
I will do my best if that’s what you need
I will mend your wounds
I will take you home
If I’m too involved, you can tell me so
I will back away, give you space to go
Vent to someone else
On the other end
If you’ve got the time, I’ve got the number
It isn’t mine, it’s for another
Speak to the one you have never met
I’ll call you tomorrow, see how it went
It’s harder to cry to someone you’re close to
Comfort is key when you’re in a struggle
Talk through your pain to distorted strangers
They’ll keep you sane and far from the dangers
Of harming yourself, escaping your hell
They know it quite well
Better than me so I’ll just be
Whatever you need
But don’t stay silent, seek the line fit
For your instance, you’ll get through this
Don’t hesitate, please just stay safe
If you’ve got the time, I’ve got the number
It isn’t mine, it’s for another
Speak to the one you have never met
I’ll call you tomorrow, see how it went
It’s harder to cry to someone you’re close to
Comfort is key when you’re in a struggle
Talk through your pain to distorted strangers
They’ll keep you sane and far from the dangers
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The Heavyweight Champion
05:35
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I stand in the corner of the ring with my hands in my gloves
I’ve trained for years to defeat the enemy I’m afraid of
I take a deep breath get into the proper state of mind
Hoping that this battle is the last of its kind
I try to fight the weight of my words
And I try to find the weight of my worth
I’m so sick of the waiting and worrying
I wish I had all the strength of my adversaries
I walk down the stairs and my body it moves
First my feet then my legs then my stomach all bruised
From the bloating and gluttonous ways of my life
I just want to remove all the weight that’s inside
I put my fists on up in front of my face
And I pray to God that I will be saved
From this overbearing self-conscious hell
I am always up against the heavyweight champion of myself
I’ve fought many others that have seemed even stronger than this feeling
Sometimes I get so nervous of my image I stop breathing
I fear the day when I take a new lover home
When we undress she laughs and then leaves me alone
Oh no am I crazy or too concerned?
I just feel like lately I’ve been so burned
Out on what I’m thinking and what I know
The difference is massive like this chest pain below
I walk down the street and my body it shakes
First my toes then my fingers then parts of my face
From the anxiously jittering nerves in my brain
I feel sick I feel sad I feel stupid and strange
I put my fists on up in front of my face
And I pray to God that I will be saved
From this overbearing self-conscious hell
I am always up against the heavyweight champion of myself
I’ve never been much of an athlete
‘Cause the times I’ve tried have always ended badly
I feel much more safe if I’m up on a stage
But I get so god damn nervous with the spotlight on my face
I hide myself in loose fitting clothes
As I throw the first punch to the nose
A swing, a common miss
And then my gut takes three hard hits
I wanna lose it, just lose it
I put my fists on up in front of my face
And I pray to God that I will be saved
From this overbearing self-conscious hell
I am always up against the heavyweight champion of myself
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Zodiac Thriller
02:50
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Cryptic, sexual sentences define us
Technological actions of divine lust
Bathe me in your body
Pictures realign me
Flinching, every word that I type with my fingers
Clenching tight around my member till my brain hurts
You are so exotic
I am so neurotic
I'm addicted to this instance
Is it bliss or just resistance
From the actual existence
Of those living in my presence
I am frightened and impatient
So I scream until I get it
I am unsure but I don't have any doubts
You are the girl that I won't even tell my therapist about
Private, catch me when I am at my weakest
Submit every part of you untll I'm well-fit
Speak to me in silence
Moan because I want it
Stress just gets me down so fast I can't control it
You've become my exercise in crass wit
I have never met you
But I know what you do
I'm addicted to this instance
Is it bliss or just resistance
From the actual existence
Of those living in my presence
I am frightened and impatient
So I scream until I get it
I am unsure but I don't have any doubts
You are the girl that I won't even tell my therapist about
The dirtiest and littlest most secretive of secrets
Hidden in my phone so that nobody else can see it
This is not a song of love, that's not how you should treat it
I just sit here waiting till you make me want to breathe in
This is temporary but I cannot let it stop now
I am still in need of someone who can can bring my jeans down
Is this sociopathy or nothing I should call out?
Either way I'm not ashamed and that is what it's about
I'm addicted to this instance
Is it bliss or just resistance
From the actual existence
Of those living in my presence
I am frightened and impatient
So I scream until I get it
I am unsure but I don't have any doubts
You are the girl that I won't even tell my therapist about
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6. |
Little Words
06:02
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I watch you sing your little words
And every note and syllable just hurts
I watch you beg for something more
But what I have isn’t what you’re looking for
I stay inside, I go to bed
I exercise the words inside my head
And I try to be so tough
No matter what I’m still not strong enough
There’s children aged at six who have a better grasp of living
Than the one that I currently possess
I struggle and strive just to have you in my arms
But the inside of my arms remains a mess
I am sticking to the notion that I haven’t got a thing
To prove my worth no matter how much you retort
I’m living but I’m living without other human beings
So at this point what is really living for?
I watch you breathe your little breaths
And every bit is cleaner than the next
I watch you plea for redemption
But what I’ve saved is not worth a mention
I go outside, I sweat and shake
I’m stretching out each corner of my weight
And I try to seem okay
No matter what, I leave here to decay
And memories of lovers that I do not ever speak to
Haunt the walls of every room inside my house
Every bed is soiled through and there’s nothing left to do
But to throw all of the bleak evidence out
Like the knife that I was wishing I could cut her toxic heart with
That laid on the kitchen counter while we fucked
And stains upon the carpet where I stand and bleed my brains out
Are from here on out devoid of any love
I watch you speak your little speech
About your pain and lack of remedies
I watch my hands clench with regret
For not being more forward when we met
I do not move, I stay here slain
By every way you wouldn’t say my name
I write you off, and then back in
I’ve no potential, but still I try again
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L. Mounts Chicago, Illinois
Singer of songs. Abstainer of substances. Bringer of plagues.
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