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Galbadia Garden
02:24
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I didn't mean to leave you there now I'm huddled in the middle my palms so bare, chiefing down a blunt between red brown hairs.
They keep cackling on about a song they scared from their minds onto paper, I'm jealous I wish I had that ability maybe ill just hash another waiver, a sorry excuse explaining later.
it never comes
And there will never be a perfect time where I battle depths of my frazzled mind scribble out words of a heartless rhyme... Useless.
Then your name sparks across my phone another tone of painful woe. And hopefully we don't turn to head home cuz I'm gonna have to deal with this old sad stone.
But I'm too stoned.
I can't keep going the rivers flowing you can hear it from here the text tone spoken your voice in my ear and before you know it were back at school round trip token.
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The Oath
03:45
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I recall a peirpont street Corey walks a head me and I keep saying the love is dead in me and he's held hands in a two way centipede a bucket list in late night recipe he don't care hell get it anyway.
And I'm so sad and just as mad as we walk this path of trees so fast my drunken mind may finish last but it comes in first with migraine stabs.
The morning of the morning after wake in caste another pasture. Of pills I stashed for Sundays leisure captivating different measures.
Something betters coming
1 2 3 4
1 2 3 ohh...
4 different texts 4 different I love you's all of em saying I finally trust you. How could that be who am I just another kid with glass set eyes reflecting old ties like blue light skies. Like everyone cares when I die right?
Right?
Another weekend same old night slinging sight across men's bar fight and kites flown right in casted light where shadows hammock a relaxing bright.
And I keep tender with endless passion and ration cash in weekly status where checks they clear and disappear in bank accounts where zeroes near and all we fear it running low.
As slow we speak but never know. As slow we burn but never glow. And glow we must but never show our honest selves like Allen Poe.
The morning of the morning after wake in caste another pasture. Of pills I stashed for Sundays leisure captivating different measures
Something betters coming
1 2 3 4
1 2 3 ohh...
4 different texts 4 different I love you's all of em saying I finally trust you. How could that be who am I just another kid with glass set eyes reflecting old ties like blue light skies. Like everyone cares when I die right?
Right?
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Cloister Of Trials
01:30
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Short, like my life span short, keep sucking down cigs till my heart distort, it doesn't really matter It comes to point we all hold truth now pass the joint. Just a rag tag kid with no sure chance, skateboard blown bearings over I can't dance.
Ya know the day Larry ollied onto the picnic table he kept trying and dancing to that song.
We were something, sparking nothing but youth tangent punches and late night brunches. But have fun suckin at the dream your running and tugging at hope strings tow the luggage. There's something comforting in loving nothing and hoping none will quit the judging.
I make fun. I kid. Whatever
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My Mind
03:22
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I watched every single segment told through the great vine, that app on my phone opens to late night. And I see he likes them I can't get mad your voice with attitude trying to act bad And I'm on the roam like an eager nomad, headed to your pad with pen hoping that. The poetry the novel the love will come true.
But Ill swoon.
And everyone I know has left and gone away drews down south and I'll see him someday the days drawing near and the time that I go. I know I won't say goodbye and I start to choke. My anxiety rise and my closing throat but ill get by I hope you know. Ill miss you so.
I remember all the time we spent in the basements catapulting white balls in red cups wasted I remember the texts sent on the couch face up stop was your response, me trying to make up.. I wouldn't any more. Just a sorry or what for. a lesson I learned that's change I've heard but I was there for the moment you tore all the walls down and gave Into allure and touched me put your arms on my waist laid your head on my chest in this packed house place. And I don't give a damn what they all wanna say it's my own time on this earth day by day so listen or don't or just make your own I've all ready fought the facts now ill face the throne of a brunette in fish nets and her freckled bones. Let's go...
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5. |
Prelude
02:13
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No lyrics available.
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6. |
Timber Owls
04:27
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Every night I lie awake and every night I find a way. Break the news and drive a stake. Deprive my life from something great.
the same day I sat her down, told her I couldn't stick around, descend the steps to another dorm: to a blonde mess to be ignored.
Stayed until she closed her lids and slid the covers to her chin, took the key and tip toe slipped out her room and down more steps.
Out the door from the rest to a moon that barely crest I kept going and never less to find myself or what's left
I never claimed to be a saint a starving faint smudging paint but...
Chorus
Yeah man I hear what you're saying
Sounds better if I sang it.
Come back to find my dorm mate laying with a liquid fate and A dame her face the same as always but different each waking state
But who am I to call him out cuz I visit Vicky in the shower just to plow her then denounce her doesn't matter wilted flower
Come back if you have the power, but I won't be there, left without ya. To a cold track meant to douse ya. And every mama I encounter. It's a sickness and a ladder.
Make sense?
Chatter chatter im the hatter mad as bats so cut the laughter ratatat my mouth is badder slinging cannons at your castle
Chorus
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Roses And Wine
02:53
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I'm a scavenger a savage, he talks walking the earth in passion, to a place in Alaska
The Pavillion near the river in the wild pack the chillum we'll toast to yours.
Burn the piece hug and leave I can't believe you're going what does that mean for me?
I could flee or stay to see this killing spree I started. I mean I was a part of it...
But I'll just go to Steve's, where the camper waits for me, and I'll think of you then
When the bongs are packed; and the music begins to play It doesn't feel the same.
It never has, you can relate, you tell me everyday why did things have to change.
But these songs they resonate and they demonstrate our fate. Make us feel okay.
The nostalgia in memory let it sing a symphony or be the death of me. Under the the tree around the bend I could use the rest
come to my senses it'd be history now it's missing me. That sad folk thing a check mate of chess
A game of who's winning who's written the best ill doodle my lyrics and say em instead. Mask the scent of decaying depressed
I learned to cope in saddest trends told Corey so he could grow within
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Tears Of The Moon
02:23
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I strummed the chords to goo goo dolls on a shag rug floor. While she curled her hair and finished her make up in a dirty mirror and she stopped to watch me play iris in my iris an island surrounded by serene silence where she kept quiet.
The next fed me coronas and her father owned the Mona she mocked me when I smoked sonomas but I was broke with no diploma.
Two times my age and always complained of wearing out. Then she Handed me her body and said it needed laying down
the last gave her vows near The creek uptown. My hands passed her pants in a front seat squirm around.
Now I'm homeward bound.
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Drifting
02:56
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Like it was when we were called the boys, camper nights and acoustic joy. Brazzy boy you had the choice. The honest road or the easy ploy you made it so don't annoy.
Like it was before the drifting like my life is simply sifting. Where my soul has gone up missing and the dark parts are left to kiss me. Left there to thrash and hit me.
A century of memories sparking time my brain a machine of flashing lights a last call bar on Friday night
Like it was before these papers smoking words from revelations the porch I stood in temptation of the brunette girl on vacation. With every man she leaves so vacant.
Like it was in party zones where upstairs meant your running home. Or your up there roasting endless bowls, that's me...
hearing moans from the home run hall and imagining her behind the blood dripped walls. Until the frat guy asks who's holding the piece I'm in the middle seat giving a speech his voice in spite the mic please.
'cause I don't belong here wheres Corey's at this guy keeps pouring me glasses of jack packing rounds of blue dream least he calls it that. I've smoked better from a preemy batch.
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I spent my last night and day with Alyssa and all we talked about what I was gonna do? Who would I go to? Everyone's supposed to be here, why you? The cafeteria lounge bustled with people I met with Ashley to meet and regroup drew paid his respects and said I can't believe this shit isn't the same now your leavin'. After that I helped her pack the last of her things are you headed back? I'm off to oneonta to see koby and you're headed home sounds lonely. We shared our last kiss on the elevator she said I love you I couldn't hate her. I stood in my tomb the lost raider. All I said was see you later
I gathered what I saved in the corner of the room and stared in the window pain wishing I was you. But my reflection deception of a person I was and from behind the blinds two taps enough met him outdoors to smoke down a blunt we talked about writing as if we were the ones, the wonder boys our world to run. Let's make some noise like molinas sons.
And I knew the reasons had to give it up it was my fault for having too much fun and I need to crack down before I become a sillouhette of the undone
I Pirouette with perfect blood eccentric with a serpents tongue. A genius lacking motivation. Now it's back to where I'm from.
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