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Haunting
05:28
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you won't know how to live
when you have a dark like this
you may always feel convinced
you've found fallacy and not clarity
I can't help but understand
because its happening again
there's a ghost in me and you
but I can't tell who's haunting who
so detached,
there's a part of your head
that you should of never left unchecked
so alone,
there's a part of you numb
but it can still be your home
its you,
its always gonna be you
that means the pain is too
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2. |
Cellular Plan
01:35
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is it a suicide letter
or a shopping list?
a marker on the hand
of somebody that you miss?
say the words over and over
I fail to understand
something's wrong
with your cellular plan
you say that you're forgiven
but that won't stop it
cause forgiven ain't forgotten,
its a call more rotten.
its a messed up feeling
when your friends are all knives
and they piggyback ride
all over your good side
all I need to know is the pain
I'm a fool for trusting you
I won't do it again
until you ask me to
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3. |
Buried
01:21
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I've been buried for so long
I've been buried for so very long
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4. |
Hover
03:14
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call me back to bed I dare ya
last chance to forget I'm in love
none of this could have been dreamt up
call me back to bed I dare ya
I hover over my own body
asking for a halo
I get zero satisfaction
from letting you go
I'm a stupid silhouette
of somebody you'd forget
or somebody that you used to know
I'm standing at the edge
of a huge black pit
and all I want to do
is jump in it
but there's a reason I'm alive
especially tonight
so I'm hoping you can be my fix
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5. |
Thorn
03:19
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6. |
Slime on My Toes
04:57
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slime on my toes
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7. |
Dark Screen
03:38
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I walk into my house
and I look out the window
but its just a TV
on a dark screen
I look back at my phone
see the world through a new lens
its a tough little sell
to find some real friends
I mistook a wasp for a honeybee
thought there'd be a sweetness with the sting
its a matter of flesh and pleasure
so the waiting time is never
I thought of a way we could both relate
but that's not how machines operate
its a matter of flesh and pleasure
so the waiting time is never
maybe I was always that proxy
I feel so bad that you lost me
I will ctrl+alt+delete the entire process
it hurts to try when you're alone
my body's blind to my own soul
I will ctrl+alt+delete the entire process
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Boys Kissing / Randy404 Portland, Oregon
sweet dreams
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