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Blaño
03:46
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Give up and walk away
These words recite in my head on the journey home
I passed out in your yard next to the lamp post
I Made time to waste time every day with you
Growing calloused from all the shit that we’ve been through
Made time for you, I made time
Made time to let it all just fall away
Give up on you, I give up
Give up on everything I want to say
I would walk away
If I could focus
I would stand up straight
Against my judgement
Find a better place
To lay my head down
See another day
I win
I wound up all alone
You called me all night
I took the long way home
And drove the car off the road
Pack up and walk away
There’s nothing left to say
I found a better way
She said, she said
Learn from my past mistakes
Think back to yesterday
Pack up and walk away
She said, she said
Fall asleep
I’ll make sure you’re sleepless
There’s no peace until you’re in pieces
I would walk away
If I could focus
I would stand up straight
Against my judgement
Find a better place
To lay my head down
See another day
I win
I can’t win
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2. |
Camp Kickapoo
03:16
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I fit my dreams in this pipe and I smoked them
My goals were all stems and a taste that I hated
Flat on my back just trying to keep it all together
But the whites in our eyes say that we’ll float here forever
There’s no place that I would rather be than right here you and I together
We’ll burn out, no after glow
We’re gone now
It’s better than to fade out slow
We messed it up, but that’s alright
We’ll burn the spoon talking through the dead of night
You’re half a world, a ways away
Say what you were going to say
Kill my brain cells with you
All night and we don’t have to talk about it
Black eyes, baby blue’s what I see
There’s time to live our rock and roll fantasy
Got this head full of confidence, but I’ve never felt stranger
What a waste of a useful limb, it happens sooner than later
What’s wrong, you said that you don’t know
Strung out, don’t want to talk about it
What’s wrong, you said that you don’t know
Flatline, nothing to talk about
Where did the sun go
I fit my dreams in this pipe and I smoked them
My goals were all stems and a taste that I hated
Flat on my back just trying to keep it all together
But the whites in our eyes insist we won’t get better
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3. |
Downward Dog
04:14
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I wish I was the sun in your eyes
The blind spot in your mirrors that creeps behind you late at night
Come down from the high that you’re on
And wake up to the burning box I left on your front lawn
You don’t know what I’m capable of
Take time, you know you’re fucking up
Crossed lines you know we’ve all had enough
Don’t try and make amends and glue this back together
Most people bend or they break
You’re not that ordinary
I’ll stick this knife in your face
You’re lightning in a bottle
This scene is moving to slow
Your lack in commentary
I’ll make sure that you know
That you’ll be dead and buried
Inhale, the smoke will make you strong
I’ll weave your eulogy into this song
I hate what you’ve become the most
Crushed pills be sure that you double the dose
Take time, you know you’re fucking up
Crossed lines you know we’ve all had enough
Make note, beware the sleeping eye
Catch up, you know you’re running out of time
I’d love to see how you fall
disemboweled with your head run through the wall
I’d love to see how you fall
Plummeting from your 10 foot pedestal
I’d love to see how you shake
As every bone in your body starts to break
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4. |
Modern Planet
03:31
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It’s hard to talk about the voice you hear in your head
Sometimes it won’t go away
It’s hard to think about all the people that left
When there’s things left to say
Built up, and here’s the break down again
There isn’t freedom from fear
Stayed up all night pacing the hall
Just wishing you’d disappear
There isn’t reason this time
Try not to think about it at all
Nothing ever feels right
Apathetic while the worlds falling down
Just medicate it, you’ll be ok
It’s copacetic to find bliss in this state
Try and forget that you’re not the same
Coming out of a fog just to realize you’ve done this all wrong
A visit from a friend, but you’re strapped to your brain and you can’t let him in
Your bones are like the sun and the sky
They’re just shelter to hind behind
It’s existential to make sense of it all
To make a difference when you’re so small
There’s not a cure for me….
Altered state
Medicate
Waste away
Living on this modern planet
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Waxahachie
04:43
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I smashed a bug with my hand once before
I smeared it’s blood and it’s guts on the floor
It made me feel weird and I started to cry
And in this moment I knew what it meant to die
And I don’t ever want to die alone
But then again I don’t wanna die by…
And I don’t ever want to die alone
But then again I don’t want to die by your side
Waste time, coexisting in black and white
I just assume that we all die alone
I guess it turns out we’re just flesh and bone
But then again I don’t want to die by
I guess in time we’ll find our own way home
But then again I, but then again I
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