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It's hollow
Nostalgia
As kissing friends surround her
And she knows I'd gladly be the water in her lungs
And I'll be
Pneumonia in October
And gray clouds all around her
And we'll share this little patch of hell we call our home
Why do I
Walk past your apartment?
When I can't stand to see you
And I drink just little enough
To remember everything you do
And it's not like the first time
I can feel it in your embrace
So won't you tell me lover
If I'm worth the risk?
I'm just your second man
Though I'm not new to scars
Guess that's why I don't know what to ask
All of these shooting stars
Because happiness
It's finite
You can't live without draining someones
So we suffocate under the weight of all we've done
Why do I
Walk past your apartment?
When I can't stand to see you
And I drink just little enough
To remember everything you do
And it's just like the first time
I can feel it in your embrace
So won't you tell me lover
that I'm not worth the risk.
And when they see me on my back they'll turn and they'll look away
And I'll grow out my hair
And they won't know my face
It's obligatory anyways
So why'd you tell me that you love me when we both know that I'm nothhing
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2. |
12:00 A.M.
04:03
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Used up all our nights except the last one in the pack
Light it up and burn it down until it's only ash
The clock strikes midnight
But it never feels like a new day
Until the sun rises
But I'd be ok if it didn't today
Let it simmer down until the smoke turns sour
Like the time we wasted up until our final hour
Used up all our nights except the last one in the pack
Light it up and burn it down until it's only ash
I know we should quit but I'd miss the smoke inside me
And I know the light of the morning sun will blind me
I used to go to sleep every night
With your smoke killing my lungs
And thoughts of you lighting my brain
My own words burning my tongue
I don't love who you tried to make me
But the clean air stings my lungs
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Wax Wings
04:00
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My vision of you like a doll
But now the plastic has melted away
Couldn't see the real you
But loves veil is torn today
I was as screwed up as you were
Couldn't see through my self righteousness
I was wrong to try and stop you
Fly fly fly fly fly until your lips turn blue
You're more beautiful like that anyways
Train wreck, hot mess, something I could never have
I was wrong to try and save you
Fly fly fly fly fly until I forget you
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4. |
Spirit
02:10
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I still don't know what I'm going to do.
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It's A Party
06:20
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I've spent too many nights
On dates with my stereo
You don't need to be lonely to be alone
That goes both ways though
Besides, my records aren't loud enough
To drown out all of my thoughts
And I just want it to be done but it's like
Nothings ever enough
Nothings ever enough
So I drag myself out
But she's all I ever see
And I'm putting emphasis
On all of the wrong things
We clung to one another
Like swimmers drowning in a storm
But my brand of self destruction
It's just different than yours
It's just the same as hers
And she said
Why do you have to have everything
Yeah, is my whole life not enough?
We've come full circle but forbidden beats unrequited love
They say that life's a party
I guess I used to say that too
But by trying to live it up I've made myself dead to you
So I sleep through my days
Because it keeps me up half the night
And I'll shoot you into my veins just to try and feel alright
And I'm sorry that I broke myself again
This body was once something to behold
They keep it in a jar now
Ever since they drowned my muse in her own tears
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