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what does it feel like to fall in love?
what does it feel like to fall back out?
is there really a god above?
if so, he will hear me shout.
so many questions, I didn't wish
that I knew the answers to.
but it's okay, I guess...
cause I'm trying my goddamn best.
what does it feel like to lose yourself,
in the corners of your own room?
what does it feel like to be on the shelf,
collecting dust sitting in your tomb?
so many questions, I didn't wish
that I knew the answers to.
but it's okay, I guess...
cause I'm trying my goddamn... best.
(sorry for saying damn)
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I want to go back to my home.
I don't like it here at all.
wish I was back in my room alone.
wish I didn't feel so small.
I'm not okay!
I need some help!
I'm not okay!
I need some help!
please god, won't you help me?
please god, won't you help me?
I'm so scared of what the future holds.
I'm afraid of what you might say.
I just did what I was told...
I don't want to be here anyway.
I'm not okay!
I need some help!
I'm not okay!
I need some help!
please god, won't you help me?
please god, won't you help me?
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3. |
eventually
02:24
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hey there friend it's been a while,
since I've had something to say.
promise I can make you smile,
sorry I had to walk away.
cause honestly, I don't know where the time has gone. it seems like only yesterday we were eight, walking around ten feet from your front lawn. now it's time to go our separate ways, because the time of stress is upon us. we'll all get rich and have big houses, just after we finish college. cause I'm trying my best to be honest, and I'm trying to hold everything together. because I don't wanna go to college, don't worry though... no pressure.
hey there friend it's been a while,
since I've had something to say.
promise I can make you smile,
sorry I had to walk away.
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4. |
firelight
02:34
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reflections of the firelight,
look so shiny in your brown eyes.
and I might just die...
if you don't love me tonight.
met you only hours ago,
but now you have my soul.
everything that I am,
everything that I have...
will be yours forever!
will be yours forever!
will be yours forever!
will be yours forever!
(forever!)
reflections of the firelight.
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i eat monsters
01:32
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I want to eat, monsters you fear.
start with their feet, end with their ears.
keep your mom safe, keep your head well.
don't be afraid, we'll run from hell.
want you to feel, alive again.
have to be real, cause you're my friend.
come on home, when you're ready.
I'll be on the phone, so don't be petty.
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wish you both the best.
and for what it's worth,
all the happiness in the world.
wish you both the best.
and for what it's worth,
all the happiness in the world.
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everytime i sleep
01:52
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everytime I sleep, the midwestern sunset fades into the soft blue underbelly of the sky.
everytime I sleep, gold is gold, and wood is wooden, the grass is still green and the birds still fly.
the wind tips heads off dandelions and wiggles the grass in that certain, odd way.
however, I would never go back. even if I could, I will never go back. even if you think that I should.
I am never coming back for as long as the forest is vast.
I promise that I won't be back no matter what my guilt asks of me, because...
your apple blossom tree still blooms every spring.
your cooking is still on the table.
your fragrance lingers on the folded family towels.
your hair is in the carpet, and your ghost is in the basement.
of that family home we inherited in 1993.
the sounds of your feet on the wooden floorboards, three feet above me.
you call me an angel as you peek your face through the slots in the wooden banister.
our puppy rolls on the ground just in front of your final step.
black coffee in a white cup.
your pale blue cardigan folded neatly on the kitchen table.
the furnace turns on, and you smile softly.
I'm okay. everytime i sleep.
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8. |
son of the morning star
02:11
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we're all out of gasoline,
and I'm running on nicotine.
The road ahead serpentines,
and I don't know what you mean.
you are the son of the morning star.
you have all of the answers that I still need.
and I've come way too far,
for all of the answers I still need.
what are we running from?
where are we going?
when will thy kingdom come?
when will the fat lady sing?
you are the son of the morning star.
you have all of the answers that I still need.
and I've come way too far,
for all of the answers I still need.
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9. |
the good ending
01:49
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keep me in your heart of hearts.
I'll be with you the whole way.
I'll be the tiny moving parts,
in your ship as it sails away.
this is the good ending.
this is where we call it quits.
or maybe it's just the beginning,
of how we were supposed to live.
keep me in your rearview mirror.
tucked under your late gas bill.
we will all still be here,
polaroids on your window sill.
this is the good ending.
this is where we call it quits.
or maybe it's just the beginning,
of how we were supposed to live.
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10. |
at least i'm not a cop!
01:17
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at least I'm not a cop!
at least I'm not a cop!
at least I'm not a cop!
at least I'm not a cop!
now things could be better,
things could be worse.
however, one thing is for sure.
at least I'm not a cop!
at least I'm not a cop!
at least I'm not a cop!
at least I'm not a cop!
now things could be better,
things could be worse.
however, one thing is for sure.
at least I'm not a cop!
at least I'm not a cop!
at least I'm not a cop!
at least I'm not a cop!
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