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Die Tired
03:17
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I was a bummer for a couple months
Sentimental for some things I never did
In a past that never happened
It's a little too precious
To think that I was somehow satisfied before
In a way that I can never get again
And it worries me
That I made a past of memories
That are warmer than the future ever could be
And I'm satisfied with nothing
Until I'm satisfied with nothing
And god knows when that will be
Cross off
Another day where all I did was maintain
By all accounts
Getting a good night's sleep
Is the first step to living the dream
I've got an outlook I would fault anyone else for
I've never met a hypothetical that I didn't like to lose
And if you think that's bad
Wait until you see me make it worse
(There's always room for disimprovement)
I've been cutting myself down
Since I had a height to fall from
And being self-aware just somehow never seems to help
When has it ever helped?
Is it a smile and a wink
Or a sneer?
Cross off
Another day where all I did was maintain
By all accounts
Getting a good night's sleep
Is the first step to living the dream
I don't wanna die tired.
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It's flimsy at best
What I've been calling evidence
With wither in the light before I show you
And it's obnoxious
I was trashing half of everything
But now I'm working on a perfect reverse batting average
I got so allergic to names that I started coughing up my own
You said you didn't need an explanation, I just felt like one might be owed
And forgiveness feels like a place, but it will always stay years away
And comfort doesn't feel real, it just feels like a thing people say
And I will say it
Let me catch me breath
If I could
I'd take this narrow vision
That only leaves me standing where I'm at
And leave it in the woods
To let it go
Wish it well, tell it that it will be happy
And drag my
Tired feet back home
It begs to differ, but mostly it just begs
It begs the question, but mostly it just begs
And I've stopped listening
I will cave
Give me enough space and I will
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3. |
Too Much
04:34
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Too much faith does the conscience wrong
And I was trapped in what I thought
Too much light leaves the spirit blind
So I was wise to close my eyes
And if I'm responsible for the light that I have made
There should be plenty left for you to take
Oh, what have I have become
That I got so wrapped up?
Oh, what have I have become
That I got so wrapped up again?
Too much doubt sours the mind
But I've done so much worse to mine
Too much causality can rot
Away at you until doubt is all that you've got
And if I compartmentalize my faults
Then I can know if I deserve it or not
Oh, what have I have become
That I got so wrapped up?
Oh, what have I have become
That I got so wrapped up again?
I will keep a sourvenir
And see if in a couple years
I can stomach it
That might seem a little much
But a little much has never been
Too much for me
Too much too much too much too much
Oh, what have I have become
That I got so wrapped up?
Oh, what have I have become
That I got so wrapped up again?
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4. |
Born to Feel
04:03
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Panic without a crisis
Is my new modus operandi as of late
Tension with nobody pulling
Just the sensation of being resigned to my fate
How do I objectify
Things I love I know need a price?
How do I rectify
Things I love I watched wither away and die?
If I was born to feel
How will that justify me sticking out my neck?
If I was born to feel
What will happen when my circuitry disconnects?
Passion without a purpose
Just a way to distract my nervous, pensive mind
If you give justification
For the mistakes that I'm making
I will do in kind
How do I dignify
Things I love I tried to leave behind?
How do I indemnify
Things I love I let go and never said good goodbye?
If I was born to feel
How will that justify me sticking out my neck?
If I was born to feel
What will happen when my circuitry disconnects?
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5. |
Just Wait
04:05
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Oh, it was never much
But after two months it feels like I've lost my touch
But it's leaking out
Between doors that never shut right
And the sounds that I can't filter out
And every album listened to between them
And the words I said that somehow had a passing chance at meaning
Wait until I
Get tired of this
I'll make a mess like you
Won't believe, just you wait
And even if you have
The patience of a saint
I'll betray you
Just you wait
I will try to smother the light to keep
The future from getting too warm, from getting too warm
I deliberately deliver the sun away
I've done worse, I've done worse
It just makes it hard to say
And the battles that I never saw myself in
Are the same ones where I think that I will likely end up dying
Wait until I
Get tired of this
I'll make a mess like you
Won't believe, just you wait
And even if you have
The patience of a saint
I'll betray you
Just you wait
Just wait.
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6. |
What a Fool
04:08
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Call off the conspirators
I know you've got them hiding somewhere
I am ready to surrender
Call off the nervous shakes
I know you hid them in my bloodstream
So when I go to leave
I can't quite find my foot
I almost waited
What a fool, I almost waited
Nothing to do now except make a run for it
I was told that it is pointless
But I still see the point in it
Call off the visitors
That ring my doorbell when I'm anxious
But never do when I could use the company
Call off this relentless night
As we get closer to the winter
It gets more protracted
Day by day by day by day
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