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*three swords at most
01:25
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My room is cold with the ghosts of my past
The next room showed me burning the crypt at last
What am I supposed to do with all of these thorns?
What am I supposed to do with all these thorns?
My room is cold with the ghosts of my past
The next room showed me burning the crypt at last
I have crushed roses, unknowingly destroying us
A changing moment, black oceans claim me again
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I can still feel the colours, draining from this place
Memories that never last, wasted time that I'll never get back
You try so hard to not hear me out, you just don't know what I'm all about
I can still feel the colours draining from this place
I've spent too much time here and I should really be going soon
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I wish that I was dead
collecting flowers at my gravestones head
I wish that I could sleep
normally for just one more week
I wish I'd brought my coat
Left a bad taste like a sour note
I wish that I could play
but that would mean that you would want to stay
Hard nights lead to harder days, broken promises I'm losing my way
sleepless nights that I lie awake, staring at the dark
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Stuck inside a body that's not mine, I don't feel like I'm real I don't feel like I'm strong I don't feel like I can move on. I am pouring salt into old wounds stitching myself up with rusty needles. I can't fathom myself anywhere but here.
I can't picture myself happy in my own selfish mindset and body
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You're walking through town on a cold October evening, the sounds of dead leafs crushing under your feet as you search for some kind of meaning. As you search for some reason to live. As you search for something to know. As you search for something to love
I can't feel
You make your way across the highway, the white lines that now, at your feet, scream at you in a blur. What are you running from? You can't find yourself and the answers lay behind you. A little too late.
I don't feel real anymore
So you search and you search, always coming up short. Your family and friends are worried that you're just confused. But you're not. Please come home now. Please I miss you, come home now.
I miss you. Please, come home.
Can't feel comfortable in my skin
Cant you just forget me?
Can't feel comfortable in my skin.
Can't you just forget me?
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As I lay, in the dark
I looked up
At the stars
As the crowd, went inside
The music of the trees
Filled up my mind
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Lets talk about, being stable
I don't think I'm able.
Lets talk about, you and me and what we could be
Lets talk about what we had, and what we could have had
You tuck me into bed at night and kiss my head and tell me that you love me but I know that you will only grow to resent me.
But I want you to be free
A: Floors are made out of floor, sometimes you just
K: Er... floor.
A: Floors. Lets just record five minutes of us talking.
K. Yeah dude, just thats the rest of it
A: Just like clip it together
K: Well yeah, then it fades out eventually
A: Get rid of some of the fluff, not put five minutes of fade out but like
B: Well yeah we don't want
A: But like take out some of the fluff and get like a minute of us talking
K: Or just use all the fluff
A: I'm not gonna, I don't want us to have like five minutes of fluff talking
B: We can't do this
A: No I wouldn't like that
K: No this is so easy we are literally doing this right now
A: I'm okay with like a minute
B: I know but the this
K: We're arguing about this and it's going to be on the thing and it's so funny
B: The second you argue about it it sounds fake, it's like we're trying to make it sound
A: But maybe you're like explaining it so maybe you're trying to point out that it sounds fake, maybe it sounds fake
K: Maybe you're next leveling us
A: Maybe it sounds fake so that you're trying to explain that it sounds fake, because it is fake, but it's not really fake, so you're trying to trick us to make sure it sounds fake
B: It's like we're trying to have a conversation, about having a conversation
A: Yeah! but
B: But it's like a forced fake conversation
A: But then it's a forked faced fork, forced fake forced conversation because it's not really forced because we're actually talking about forcing the conversation, so it's not really forced, its just a faked forced forced fake conversation
B: But like it doesn't work as well as the other bands that have the random like intros like they were talking and then one of them is just like
A: Oh wait, we're playing
B: Usually the drummer, just decides, hey we're going to record the song, now.
A: Yeah but we're doing it at the end
B: Yeah but we're doing it at the end and people aren't going to sit here and listen to this whole thing
K: We are so next leveling this right now
A: We are so next leveling this, bush did 9/11, investigate 3/11
B: What's that one song on that mixed CD, it's just like, the beginning is right after that good song, and then they just have: She sucks, and then the song starts
A: I have no Idea what you're talking about
K: Yeah like dude
B: Literally, it's super quiet, but they just say like, she sucks
K: Did you get that from tumblr?
A: Yeah I don't know what you're talking about, is that an expire song?
B: No.
K: expire
A: I didn't know you listened to expire dude
B: You know I've never listened to expire in my entire life
A: I don't think, I, you have an expire beanie on right now
B: I went to, yeah
A: You're wearing an expire shirt
B: I think I got you an expire shirt
A: You're wearing expire jeans
B: I listened to expire for five minutes then my mom made me come home
K: wait are those bike crime socks?
A: You have two expire tattoos
K: Are those bike crime socks
B: I'm the lead singer of expire
A: I'm pretty sure you know who expire is bud, stop next leveling us. There you go
K: that's good
B: We're basically the best
A: I think that's it
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