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Broken Couch
02:39
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I'm always angry at the sun for constantly burning my body
I was fifteen, and you were leaving
I kind of felt like I was wasting your time
But you assured me I was worth it
You assured me you'd live alone
Things didn't pan out the way you'd said
No, things didn't pan out that way at all
You started yelling while I was sleeping
On the couch, because you had gone out shopping
You started crying on your kitchen floor
Before you stomped out of the house without a word
You told your best friend I wasn't invited to stay at your house in the first place
It was lonely when I got home; it was the first night in a while I'd spent alone
So I made a new friend, her name was Julia
Kinda felt like I was wasting her time
But then I moved into her house, and I started sleeping on top of her broken couch
Things didn't pan out the way you'd think; we just never felt compelled to in the first place.
But then the phone rang, and I felt my heart sink
I was reminded of that something I was missing
You said, "I'm home now, and you can come back"
But I was scared I'd make another mistake
I started biking, I felt like crying
When I saw your car pull into the driveway
Knocked on the front door, prayed for an answer
And thought of something clever to say:
I sorta feel like you've been wasting my time.
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Holy Water
03:15
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Valentine! Don't lose your stride, you got me good
The way you tap dance through my daydreams makes my heart skip more beats than it should
When will I finally shake it? I can't take it anymore
I'm either waking up to more shit luck or sleeping in on the kitchen floor.
The things you that made me fall for you still kind of freak me out
Like when you found the trapdoor in my naval, then watched the blood start pouring out my mouth
You're my fitted casket, and I wish I could tell you what I once had said before
How I'd climb a mountain
Just to shout with both my arms out and proclaim:
I feel like that poet we saw, sweating at the center of the stage
Clearly questioning perpetually if they should tear or turn the page
And I'm not saying that it's working, I've just noticed some new trends
I made like six bucks doing bar tricks in a basement with my friends
And I don't have to say a prayer if you're there holding back my hair
Because the spit inside your kisses feels like holy water in excess
I can't protest coincidence, but I sense that there's more to fear
Beneath these sorry situations, our fates are subtly revealed
And I'm sorry that I had to be the one to let you hear that I'm still here.
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The Sight Of You
04:10
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I think my soul just left my body
You had your head on my hip; I ascended skyward like a rocket ship
Dropped down the crown and now I'm hoping it'll reach the ground
And those icy eyes remind me why I don't frown now
Ever since you pulled my heart up out the lost-and-found...
You made me feel that way
You made me feel that way, yeah
This season serves to remind you where this all began
Because nowadays, I'm not sure if you could recall a word you said
Or what it meant, the time we spent, hell bent
Relentlessly pursuing selfish self-interests
I guess it's for the best that we don't have to settle for any less
You made me feel that way
You made me feel that way, yeah
You made me feel that way
You made me feel that way, yeah
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Shimmer
03:55
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Your shimmer beckoned, and I answered the questions you asked of me
Scold my drunk reflection, never mention the lesson I should learn from the mess I made
The world turned over; it sent me sailing towards the sun without a sound
So into the sky I plummet, towards the clouds as if they were the ground
And when your siren song, transcending, makes its way across the center of my eardrum
I don't have to wonder what would happen if I let it permeate
The parts of me that keep me breathing in the deepest, darkest alleyways of my brain
Because you still take my breath away
And it said it on your face
Scribbled crudely in your makeup was a poem, but you left obscure the name
Your shimmer glistened every time that I knew you were listening
And that paranormal fission, that phantom heat between the center of our palms
I still felt it burning long after you'd gone.
Why do the tides remind me of the way that you'd bat your eyes?
I'd resort to silence and embrace this persistence, but your voice inside my head would probably render me dead
How many times are you gonna make the angel on your shoulder cry?
And why do I always find a resemblance of your eyes in the stars at night as they stare down from the skyline?
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