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Tony
04:12
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Remember when we were with Tony
playing Skate 3 in the back room until
we got bored and fell into the dark
I want to drink until we're dancing
If we can sparkle he may hold our beers while
we climb the cricket nets down at the park
Yeah sorry man I don't feel right
I'll find my own way home
This was never right for me
It's been three weeks of these nights where I don't sleep
Most days I'm stuck between a longing and a guilt for stupid things
Like how I should spend more time with family
but I am useless when I'm running out of days
And even when we're having drinks with all our friends
this place it doesn't feel familiar, quite like the souvenirs we dream
But I'll try staying in the pictures
and looking focused when they ask me how I've been
We hadn't talked in a while
Not that there was much to talk about
How's the new place, what's the rent like
Is there much that's left for us?
Their glows enough, for me to know it's time to leave
He fucked himself up in the bus lane, we gave him shit for the whole week
But once it's all reduced to memories
will there be any memories left of me?
On the train, we didn't talk at all
We just sat and listened to the drunken exposition
from some guys who live much nobler lives than we do
Leave it to misunderstanding to explain why she's been out of touch
It's me that's out of touch
This year has left me leadened, afraid of how I'd live if I moved out
Staring daggers, trapped in the murmurs
The truth it hurts, but not as much as staying here
We hadn't felt in a while
like we've had something to keep us alive
To keep us sinking with the Tryall when the benefactions dry
It's been so long since we've seen Tony, but is it fine if I stay here
and talk all night
I'll take the mattress on the floor
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Shortstop M.D.
03:10
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Hear him coming down the stairs, fiending for her salty skin.
Forbid eye contact once bare, should have worked but he can't help feel worse.
Your face, you're washing away.
I can't explain, why I feel this way.
Solved your advice by the train line, made no sense yet affirmed to me.
Loosened tongue blurred your intent, still I craved the drunken deceipt.
Surely I know better than this.
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3. |
Supreme Macaroni
05:09
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Sitting on the floor of your kitchen
You like the smell of my hair
Thank you, I washed it this morning
To show you that I really care about myself
Check the time, find the sidelines
Remember: you could keep on disappearing, but that doesn't change the feeling
Who would ever want that feeling to keep them up?
You say you're fine, we bridge the timelines
We're better off with distance
But I'm not told of the reunions, spend my time between the stations
Tell me, why does last year still keep me up?
I've been here before, the walls have changed
Your small talk is shit, I'll give you space
( I know you don't really want to know)
I'll go for a dance, wait for the pills to hit
I've been here before, the roads have changed
You try to converse, I need my space
(You know I know better than that)
I've found what I want, it's by the stairs
I've been here before and nothing's changed
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4. |
Untitled
02:18
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Cleared my mind for the thirteenth time this December.
Not a bottle left in sight, and I'm 10 bucks short why'd I just buy you a drink
You reminded me of a time I felt alive.
And now we're here, waiting for Christmas eve to disappear.
Nausea hits, for the hundredth time this fucking year and when it eats us up, and all my brothers are gone we'll laugh at this sick joke, it's old now, never leaving just a subtle reminder that every second awake, is going to be this fucking way
Speed this up quickly, I hope you don't recognise, in twenty plus years alive I've learnt nothing
Speed this up quickly, I hope you don't recognise, in a silent type demise, you cannot help this, if you don't even help yourself.
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