1. |
Counting Stains
04:18
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I am tired of saving face
I don’t hold on to what you say
There might be sidelines
On the grass
I am planted in some idea
That this will last
You fell asleep in my car
Sometimes it happens
I wasted days on the ceiling
But i couldn’t wait my god
Do what you’re used to
This one’s amiss in my brain
And i woke up on the floor and my head isn’t there
So i count some stains
Corridors line my conscious
Take me away from silence
Where I go
No one needs to know
What am I going to say?
Been thinking of ways all day
To hide it all from you
Cause thats what i know how to do
Time is failing me now
Sorting when why where and how
Who is lying to who?
Is it me who’s losing you?
And you fell asleep in my car
sometimes it happens
I wasted days on the ceiling
But i couldn’t wait my god
Do what you’re used to
This one’s amiss in my brain
And i woke up on the floor and my head isn’t there
So i count some stains
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2. |
Without Your Love
02:58
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Without your love
Without your loneliness
If you want to fall out
If you want to fall out of your skin
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If it dosen't fade out, you can take it down for once
And I say wait a minute
You can take it all out, you can hold it in your back
You can do it like that
If you ask me, if you ask me for once
But you never never do
Why is it like that? Oh my god
Closing the door
For once
We ought to fight, say Jesus Christ
Closing the pool and parks at night
For nevered eyes
But may be sun and maybe lights
From other places where I hate to drive at night
They won't hold up when we're back home
And maybe they never will
Folds in the skin, lost Icarus
Impetuously embedded in blankets with greats rivers
And every chosen dreams
But oh my
I hope you consider them among the best
Of the parking lot Bethlehems
And holy messes and aggressions
To the last of the only passive friends that we have left
If it dosen't fade out, you can take it down for once
And I say wait a minute
You can take it all out, you can hold it in your back
You can do it like that
If you ask me, if you ask me for once
But you never never do
Why is it like that? Oh my god
If you ask me for once
But you never never do
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4. |
Sundown
03:59
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Why you waiting on the sundown?
Why you waiting on the weight of the town?
Getting lost in the sound
And you're wishing that you could come down
Hold up wait a minute
We can do it if you wanna
We can talk about the money
We can talk about the objectivity
The animosity is killing me
And making me confident in a conversation
I am better at erasing
And pissing in down the black spots
In the race cars in the streets with the least stops
No face, worried about water under the bridge
I tied my tongue when the lungs got singed
Mine don't enter in the situation
Fading frontier, blanket hesitation
Tired of walking on these floors in bare feet
My only worry, my only repeat
Apathetic, empathy bleeding
I'm meeting god on the floor of the kitchen
Exploring more indecision
And a dwindling part of the body is tingling
Afraid of nothing
Haunted basements for the places I've been
Still water under the floorboards
And red lights on the glare of the four door
No face, worried about water under the bridge
I tied my tongue when the lungs got singed
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