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Sanctuaries
05:20
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It's been weighing on my mind, the names that come and go. In the dark I drag my feet just to make myself known. Been waiting on the porch, the moonlit dancing smoke it tangles before it dissipates and breaks into the glow.
Here's to me retracing my steps to sanctuaries that forgot me the moment I left. You are a picture that lives in my mind. Find shelter from the ruin that comes with the time.
I am the mighty liar. I am the serpent's tongue - split down the middle, my pandering hum serves to radiate the doubt, my head, my hell. And oh, how it tangles with tales of getting well.
One day I won't need you the way that I need you.
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Roam
04:19
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My god, these years made fools of us. And days I've left to rust have all but left me, and I no longer trust - that when we're grown and time has torn across the streets we used to own... invincible days back home.
I'll raise a glass and I will drink it dry to all the nights we'd drive, and list off the things we'd do before we die - as if we'd know
My friend, I'd never lie to you, but I've made light of you. Now every road we take grows further from the last. And yeah, I've grown - away from you and all the friends where I found home. And now all I do is roam.
Let's raise a glass before we lose this night and live our separate lives, and tell ourselves we'll do this again 'cause we'll find time - as if we'd know
I can't stop thinking out loud and singing all my stupid doubts - so much so, I disconnect with all that I know. You say that you're proud, but in my head I let you down. And I don't know who I am or where I should go. I don't know.
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My Window
04:57
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Open ended is all I'll ever know.
You let the cold inside. You know it sleeps in my bones.
Pining, I am. You reach for my hand. I'll only pull you down. We both don't have to drown.
You are the cracks in my window.
And I avoid the falling snow.
Now all the cars that line our street rearrange themselves each passing week.
Let's talk about the way I'm distracted every day. And all the words out of my mouth are barely mine. Don't trust a thing I say, or me not to seek escape, 'cause I've been lying to myself for all this time.
Should I cut the rope, rather hang on every hope. Resolute to make amends. Now I'm meeting two frayed ends.
You are the cracks in my window.
And I avoid the falling snow.
Now all the cars that line our street rearrange themselves each passing week.
Let's talk about the way I'm distracted every day. And all the words out of my mouth are barely mine. Don't trust a thing I say, I'll part and pull away 'Cause I've been lying to myself for all this time.
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Days Leave
05:22
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Running out of fingers to keep track of all my wrongs. Relapse, rebound, rebuild, but still no signs of moving on.
I thought they said that time was the healer of all pain. All I see is change, and I just stay the same.
I recall a time when that river ran rapid. The sun, it shone so bright on each day I'd inhabit, but what's worse is all the time gone by I lost trying to hide is the one thing that I keep with me - it keeps me up at night.
I can't pretend that I don't see decline. What about the end justifies the means
We're just killing time as if it won't run out. I can't sit by and just pretend.
I broke into that house again. It looks just like we left it. Dust on dirty photographs, years of being stagnant. It's funny how a time and place transcend when you return. So I wrote a note without a date hoping that you never learn that I can't pretend.
All I've ever wanted was a name to tangle in these lines. All they've ever been about is me, and how I can't keep up with life, how the days leave me behind, and all the nights I drank myself to sleep.
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