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Alterations
01:54
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Spent the last two years
Untangling, the mess you left in my head
Fuck this I'm out
Packed all my past in boxes
Left out your favourite records
Kept Maybe I'll catch fire
To make me feel like we were somewhere else
Further from everyone else
And I've been stuck
In this dark, dark room for weeks
I need the feel, of these wheels under my feet
And I won't be
Gone for too long
Gonna be
Home before the autumn
You will be
Sitting home with ghosts
Pulling out
Your broken bones
Been trying harder to relate
‘cause at 28 what the fuck can you change...WTF can you change?
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Oh, Marie
02:43
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I’ve looked better and you’ve looked worse
Crawling on the ground for your last cigarette
An empty glass rings in the New Year
Dry enough to not belong here
Finally, I’m old enough to not
Care about the things I’ve given up
I’ve felt better, and I’ve felt worse
Crawling on the ground for your last cigarette
The streets I used to know are feeling less familiar
My roots are spreading out, into unfamiliar ground
The roads we used to walk down to my grandma’s house
They all look the same now
I’ve felt better, and I’ve felt worse
Crawling on the ground for your last cigarette
Can’t see the forest from the trees
Chalked up to wasted history
Will I be there when you grow old?
Will I be there, will I be there?
Finally, I’m old enough to not
Care about the things I’ve given up
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Wayne Regretzky
03:18
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Stuck in a room, suffocating
With friends of friends and friends
All with steady hands
Sharing all their plans
Well fuck, we all had plans
If I ever get out out of bed
I might just do something about them
The dreams we had but forgot
Were the ones that taught us a lot
And all good things pass, real fast
Didn’t anybody ever tell you?
‘cause letting go isn’t the same as
Giving up, I wish I could say that
I didn’t give up
A myriad of great ideas come crawling out the corners of my brain
Amounting, to nothing
Where have all my friends gone?
I guess growing up means losing everyone
I’m losing everyone
The dreams we had but forgot
Were the ones that taught me a lot
And all good things pass, real fast
Didn’t anybody ever tell you?
‘cause letting go isn’t the same as
Giving up, I wish I could say that
I didn’t give up
So take my bones, and try to tell me that everything is gonna be fine
Escaped the ocean, I’m bruised not broken
All the anchors in the world couldn’t hold this down
Storm the coastline, for the last time
Bruised not broken
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Ghosts
01:44
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I've been living with your ghost for far too long
Dragging in your body from the cold
Put my Janowski record on, I can't deal with the voices
This winter has been dragging way too long
The water, will always win
Don't let it carry you away
Like the wind, rising and falling
Like the tide, pushing and pulling
Your bones, your cold cold bones
I know it's dark inside, I can see it in your eyes
You deserve so much more than this you know
You must be tired of all your bad excuses
You’ve been away for far too long
Letting your light, extinguish
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Things Get Weird
02:55
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I’ve had a hard night
I didn’t sleep right
I watched you drown again
In my head
Watched it all over again
Watched us fall apart in my head
A year since I’ve been alone
A year since I’ve felt at home
I can’t sleep at night, my broken teeth a reminder
This year’s been a weird one, and it’s not getting better
‘cause I am, I’m the worst you’ll ever have
And you move like a
A summer dress in the breeze
Asunder memories
All I ask of you, will you bury me?
Under Autumn leaves
Will you bury me?
I can’t sleep at night, my broken teeth a reminder
This year’s been a weird one, and it’s not getting better
No, it’s not getting better
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I sit here wondering
As it unfolds in front of me
Is this the kind of love
I heard about in Casey?
The kind of bullshit
That starves this misery
The kind that would “dance inside of me”
If the wind, and the water
Carried us away
With a note you wrote of all the things that I could never be
If our bodies washed up battered on the shore
Would our knot hold tighter than before?
Is this what’s meant for me?
Will I be ready?
Will we sit back to drink
In some far off city?
And have our own ceremony
To kill off any thought that we love this misery
If the wind, and the water
Carried me away
Would you wait on the shore while the ocean buried me?
‘cause I will be
Gone before too long
‘cause I will be
Home before the autumn
You'll still be sitting home with ghosts
Dreaming of my broken bones
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