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Covered and washed away
November through mid-May
white lines and street signs
that bring back memories
hidden from me
I'm coming to conclusions
there's nothing like this in the world
where the things that you love are buried
for six feet and six months
together are enough
to tell me that there's nothing
I can do to get to you
There's a symmetry between
the end and the beginning
November through mid-May
as I'm driving these streets for the last time
trees mourn the loss of their leaves
and I'm thinking of everything leading up to
the last time you fell asleep
Bare limbs shiver in the wind
and the snow covered stone
bearing your name
is buried somewhere below
I'm left with the illusion
you're right by my side
watching me through your breath
in the cold
wearing the shoes used to
walk next to you
soaked through the holes in the soles
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Tonight I set out
on a journey from behind your ears and your neck down
along the sharp curves of your spine.
I hear you whispering
like a seashell that is trying to keep the ocean in,
tucked in the sand dunes of your skin.
No matter how hard that we beg, the miles take you away,
and there’s nothing that we can say.
You’re leaving me and I realize this, hell has an address
and I’m standing on its doorstep.
And later on I ignore the calls
while I watch the shapes our shadows take dancing on the walls.
I’m here with you, and you are here with me, and nothing can go wrong,
at least until the morning comes.
But I can almost see the sunlight through the window,
and I can almost taste the warm tears in your eyes,
so I wrap my arms around your waist and pull you close to say,
“Endlessly, you belong with me.”
No matter how hard that we beg, the miles take you away,
and there’s nothing that we can say.
You’re leaving me and I realize this, hell has an address
and I’m standing on its doorstep.
There’s no pain I won’t endure
to keep my fingers locked in yours;
no distance I won’t go.
Goodbye Sky Harbor. Over, out, alone.
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Hands up, this is where we unite
let's give in to lust
we will set this whole night on fire
we were meant for this
we were built for this
bone white hips and paper thin
you are a dream for an outcast
we are the undead
and this is our time...
We are the desperate kids doing extraordinary things
and we are just like you
We never expected this standing on the sidewalk
broken glass all around
I tried to make my breathing stop
my pulse slow down
and my skin grow cold
so when they found their worst fear
they could finally move on
they could spend the rest of their lives knowing that they were there and that they tried
and there is just one thing I will ask you:
who stole our hearts and who left us so hollow?
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All Teeth - Downers
02:22
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Crawl back inside my head
today is nothing more than thoughts of yesterdays kiss
All talk but still no words
I never thought this could happen to you
with teeth and style
we leave them with their head full of bile
I've been shutting out the world
ever since I found out that life was worth as much as I could cheat
Forced to cope with this uncomfortable skin
bang my head against the wall
your words may set me on fire
but you will never belong
Ex letters old betters and everything surrounding dead dreams
Uncomfortable skin
nowhere to go...metadone
I am helpless
I am lonesome
I am everything you I bet you never wanted in a son
and with a clean slate
I'll go to sleep and never wake
until the morning turns to skin and bones
Here's to gloom kids
we stay alive inside our heads
with nowhere to go
Here's to gloom kids
we stay alive inside our heads
until there's somewhere to go
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I see the look on your face when you come home every night
defeated and tired, no longer inspired
the weight of the world has you pinned at the neck
and I understand your position
you did what you had to do
and the selflessness
shouldn't be confused with apathy
you put all your faith in the future
and that future was me
but I'll never be what you want me to be
don't expect too much from me
you left me a world unfit to inhabit
dead and dying, still I'm trying
to swallow your failure
it tastes so bitter
fuck your generation and fuck posterity
we were born to fall short
so here's to you and yours
a generation of never was
we were born to fall short
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I see my American dreams in these midnight scenes
I'm overdosing on myself and I'm never coming clean
do I make a mark or live forever?
I won't ask myself which is better
maybe I'll decide in another time
I know how it rots you from the inside
Wish I could love myself
I wouldn't have to wait for everyone else
I see my American dream in every scene I wanna be
but I'm still here selling myself and trading secrets for sanctity
you want sincere?
look away from here
This is the lungs to my life and it's the filter to my depression
It's the woman that never leaves and the consequences I don't see
all my flaws and my mistakes, the things that she just couldn't take
she breaks
But if it's only an escape, the problem will wait
I'm listening, but I don't hear anything you say
if this is only an escape, I know the problem will wait
And I see my American dreams in every scene
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I can see that you're not doing well, or so it seems
You used to hold your head so high
And with such pride
You're too young to be this broken girl
You've come too far to just let go
This could be your stand
You don't have to watch your world crumble
Or watch it fall
This could have been over by now
Now you're making progress
But it takes time/
To undo all the damage that's been done
Building bridges on foundations of innocence
To make amends to the doubtful and the cynics
You can make it I swear
Though I know it seems destined to fail
Just carry on
When the dust has settled you'll know
Who was there and who let you go
You've got the open sky by your side
This could be your stand
You don't have to watch your world crumble
Or watch it fall
This could have been over by now
Now you're making progress
But it takes time
To undo all the damage that's been done
Building bridges on foundations of innocence
To make amends to the doubtful and the cynics
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