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Lifeline
03:09
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lifeline, how i forget you when i lack time. i wonder if i'll ever survive. what will i wonder when i die? i try to seem much stronger, but i could cry. somewhere inside me is a knife fight. it's so much harder not to die.
will i become somebody else that i can be afraid of?
lifeline, my head is swarming in record time. i cling to everything i despise. it will be broken if i try.
you said, "if it's meant to be, then it will find a way, son."
but if you didn't notice, i am out of patience.
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Distractions
02:40
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is this the furthest we can go? is there something we think we're owed? i have no reason to ignore -- the parts i thought would make me whole, make me whole.
is there some place where i can go, somewhere i won't feel so alone? i couldn't bring myself to try to find a reason not to die, and not apologize or lie. because i'm sure we're not from this world, and i fear i don't belong here.
and i hate your reaction when i say, "these are all distractions." because one day, it'll all be over, and all i'll leave is what you think of me.
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One Good Thing
04:04
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stare straight into the sun so i can see if anything good is left for me. i'll take my chances if it means that i'll go blind, because i ain't got any other time.
28 don't feel young when there's nothing that i've done that won't reach beyond me, or make the good things come. i'm out of patience. how much longer can i wait before i run out of things to say? i've tried my very best, but all i've made is a mess.
i just need one good thing to come. and i know everyone around me is finding love, but i won't, because i've tried so hard for years and it's only brought me tears. (it's only brought me here.) i just need one good thing to come.
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Measures/Weights
04:17
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wrap myself in your old clothes. tell myself that you'll be worn by someone else. i am i, withheld from Gemini -- patient, though i'm falling short on time to bide.
pour your measures in my soul. dropping words like weights that i'm too thin to hold. i don't wanna feel like i'm a burden on your brain, but i have never known any less painful way.
i don't wanna be nothing.
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Enola Gay
02:08
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we know it's true -- i'm half a life from you. your reasons flew while all my veins were blue. and i tried to hide the notes you left inside when we would fly on the last days of our lives.
when we play, i count the days waiting for the world to break you.
someday soon the world will end. maybe you will call me friend.
you said it's what we're meant to do, now i'm old and i believe that you want to end this. just say the word, and we'll end this.
when you call me by my name, we'll be called Enola Gay.
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With Open Palms
03:57
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sing me to sleep like you do, and i'll be the burden of you. i still remember when i was new: whole-hearted, near-sighted view.
stitching together my lips, like nobody wanted this. do you remember when we would kiss our dreams goodbye with closed fists? now it's open palms.
now, we answer wrong. now, we feel so strong. now, we answer right. now, we're out of spite.
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Survive
03:37
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am i worth my weight in loser's gold? do i lose my shine because i'm getting old? i've been trying hard to hide the creases and the lines that live beneath my eyes and make me wanna try.
am i worth your time? do you even know? you've been getting high when i'm feeling low. i'm too selfish to survive on someone else's time, and not swallow someone's pride. so why can't it be mine?
counting every breath that i couldn't hold. living through the lies that we're always told. i've been trying not to fight the will to keep my life. whenever be my time, pray my words survive.
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Cemetery Thoughts
03:54
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eyes blood red.
don't you wish that we could talk instead?
cemetery thoughts have filled your head, and i'm praying all the will away to find my way.
call the night.
don't you wish that we could free our minds?
let the waters flow into your eyes.
something's drowning out your every fight. there's no end in sight.
your eyes close when you think you're at the end of the rope.
cemetery thoughts have filled your soul.
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