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Roots
01:56
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I took the long way home.
I've forgotten all the trails I used to own.
Only recall the broken bones,
and every word we ever spoke.
I turned my back on everything that I know.
But I'm coming home.
To every dying streetlight, burning soft and low.
I don't know the roads, all the roots are overgrown.
In the place I used to love I am alone, alone.
But I know it's the weather when it's cold here,
forever frozen over the pavement surface.
It's fucking worthless.
All we know is to smile at the breeze
Because we're jumping off of bridges in our dreams.
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Departed
02:47
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Well you know your place to call.
Well you know, so just drop the anchor.
You can call me on it if I'm wrong but looks like we're slowly losing room.
Until then we'll shut out any signs and trust until that time, I’ll try to wake up earlier the noon.
Looks like you're off to find your way to something new.
And you'll fess up in a letter, seep the pen ink through to my bed.
You set off. You said I couldn't hold on instead, you said I couldn't take it.
You're washed up gone and missed, and I'm lost in all of this.
And she said “leave the city alone. It's my only escape from this rest stop bump in the road,
and you just sit hoping all of your dreams come true in your backyard.”
Said "you've gotta grow", said "you've gotta go set your goals and find your moral health.”
You'll be off and I'll be jobless, broke and too dumb to get out.
You've found to walk your way to leave this ground.
I'm jobless, broke and too dumb to get out.
You've got the grunt. You've got the grip, hold on it.
You're sailing off. You sunk the ship, departed.
You've gotta let it go. Pick out your poison, you picked to grow.
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3. |
High Tide
02:50
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You’re set to sail.
You said we'd watch the waves go,
but the currents set you free
as the ocean pulls away from me.
I searched the shoreline for answers or some sort of proof of our time spent.
I watched my words just carry on and on and on with the wind.
And I promised things that you deserved. I held on to every word.
I’m tired before I go to sleep please set my world on fucking fire.
Stole some words and a pen to show I love you again.
I shelled my heart out on the table because I'm making amends, tonight.
Tell me that every word I said haunts your head, and it kills you to know
that we'll be in every dream you have for the next two fucking years.
And I'll say that I can relate. Hours seem much longer these days.
As I sat along the shore I dreamt of the ocean floor,
and wondered if you missed the kid you knew before. I'm sinking in and I'll be holding my breath until you notice the absence.
Tell me that every word I said haunts your head, and it kills you to know
that we'll be in every dream you have for the next two fucking years.
But I can't relate. I watched the tide pull further and further away.
And I stole some words and a pen to show I love you again.
I shelled my heart on the table because I'm making amends.
(I gave you everything, and you left me with apathy)
I stole some words and a pen to show I love you again,
I shelled my heart out on the table it beats to remind me of you.
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4. |
Sever, Expand
02:31
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She's got a weight that's hanging off her shoulder blades.
And she wants a place to stay the day or for the weekend and when the morning comes she'll be out the door.
The flaws in the walls keep the floorboards so calm and quiet.
She walks away with a steady pace and conscience.
If I'm the warning wrong one call me on it. Too bent to brake, call it a broken promise.
Back at the base I'm the moron that's mourning on it.
And now I'm owning up and now I'm only honest.
Today's too late for tomorrow's regrets.
She said her head is operated, obligated with the intent to find she 'aint accelerating.
She's got the time to find and that's what gets her ticket.
She'll catch her flight on time and limbs and wishful thinking.
Said dumbfound in dunce caps.
Sever, expand, can't pretend, independent.
Just to fill up all the blanks but you're open ended.
Upset and spent in my bed drenched in your scent, wake up again and again. Just independent.
She's got a weight that's hanging off her shoulder blades.
She wants a place to stay the day or for the weekend and when the morning comes she'll be out the door.
She's only open, she's standing independent.
She said her head is operated, obligated with the intent to find she 'aint accelerating.
She's got the time to find and that's what gets her ticket.
She'll catch her flight on time and limbs and wishful thinking.
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Alanté
02:58
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The summers came and went, left cracks in the cement.
We sat and wished the days we knew were open ended.
The tide rolled out again and I felt it sinking in, that everything is changing.
Goodbye Alante please don't die on me.
I watched the tide roll out in grayscale to all the places we could be, but somehow we just stayed here.
We were only hanging on by the footsteps that we made, but when the wind blows they'll be gone.
And there's a place where the ocean goes, and if we stay here we'll never know.
I'm staring at the lake at Longwood Park, the last place that I saw my heart.
All we know is something burned inside the words that we once spoke, a place we once called home.
Now our bones, they rest beneath the dirt so far below we thought we'd never go, but here we are.
Now our ghosts live on. They chase the setting sun.
We carved our names in wet cement and prayed for something permanent.
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