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Beds
01:48
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it's like a cold hard slap in the face, not that you'd know anything about that. it's like a future you can't place, and it's destroying you. it's like a seasonal depression that lasts long after winter. it's your friend's smiling faces in pictures that are past realities.
it's like being 21 years old, drunk and crying to your friends how much you love them,
and you wish these years would never end, but you know they will soon, and that terrifies you.
what can you do?
paranoia sets in, you feel you're losing them again. can we start over? you don't know if you can repeat this process one more embarassing time for the same results.
it's like forcing up a smile when don't feel a thing at all but guilt towards her and all the childish things you've done. but it's your birthday and you're supposed to be having fun, but you're on your floor dead drunk. happy anniversary to something you can't seem to forget.
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Cold Compress
02:34
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if my skin was see-thru, you'd be able to find all the panicked imperfections that inhabit my mind everytime i see you,
and i scramble for words, they don't come up or they come out kind of absurd.i have to wonder what is it you saw
that late summer night, or spring, I can't recall, when i was brave enough to exchange numerics. i must have quite looked reasonably pathetic.
this time i know i'm in trouble (even after all this time am I that desperate?) you've given me another reason to asphysxiate. (karma keeping me in line, am I that desperate?) and i'm right on my bed side with my cellphone (i'm going out of my mind, am I that desperate?) waiting for a vibration i might not be able to take if it came, while outside, the rain gives this town a color kind of like the one of a wasteland (i came to a conclusion, i may not be that desperate, but just lonely enough to be disparate)
i didn't call you at all. you didn't call me at all. at all. (outside a pressure's building strong. this weather could make anyone give up. like a cold compress for an aching mind, i'm slowly being left behind.)
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Fine Line
02:24
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wasted opportunities, i've had enough in my time that brought me to my knees. i've got friends, and but not an idea in my head on how get rid of these demons nesting, well-fed, on my hopes, my dreams, my fears, my loves,those things that i hold dear. in the backseat of my friend's car, i'm wondering who my friends are as the plains pass next to me.
there were clouds overhead, sky was black, fields red - and i'm not sure what it means. if it has to mean anything, a lonely heart is a funny thing. i'm stuck here surveying the scene. if anything has to mean anything, then why can't this be something? why can't i be feeling something? what does this all mean?
i'm out of my mind and i'm afraid i can't hide it. i'm out of my mind and i'm afraid I can't hide it at all
and at night i'm always upset. with my eyes closed,i feel dread - and I don't know what it means. if it has to mean anything,an awkward heart is a funny thing. and i'm stuck here crying while i seethe. if anything has to be anything, why can't this mean something? why can't i be feeling something? what does this all mean?
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Ponds
03:04
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I know it's a phase. i know it's a passing feeling and I know this is strange. but I can't help but always feel this way.
you're not infallible, and I know that I'm not either. i think we lost control. You're fucking with all that I used to know.
i'm in this place where i've never felt better. i'm in this place where i've never felt worse.
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Five Letters
03:51
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i believed it. hook line and sinker. it didn't feel right. it didn't get much better.
and if you drown yourself in consequence, you won't have any room to breathe. you fill my lungs like sediment. i'm blowing away in the breeze.
you kept talking but you didn't answer my question, you kept talking like you didn't hear my question. you kept talking.
and in the end, you're not to blame. i should have seen the clues, all those that you gave,
and as i laughed at his expense,i knew we were as similar as could be. you fill my lungs like broken glass. a body bursting at the seams.
you kept talking but you didn't answer my question, you kept talking like you didn't hear my question. you kept talking.
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