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Things That Break
04:11
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Laying here alone as I reflect, on our crazy days.
I close my eyes and breath as the sun sets on my face.
I was caught up in the past, with difference choices that I made.
It took some time to understand, to see the things that break.
It's just like me, oh, these ways I tend to be.
Running from the devil who I feared like an anxious pounding heartbeat.
As I came from underwater, guess I missed it yesterday.
Written on the mirror was loud and clear that all along I was the one to blame.
I see the things that break, the loves I've lost, the times I've ran away.
This desperate plea for change, become a person who I don't love to hate.
On my back under the stars, I sing my dreams out loud.
When I'm really paying attention there are answers to be found.
It's just like me, oh, these ways I tend to be.
Running from the devil who I feared, but the devil always was me.
As I came from underwater, guess I missed it yesterday.
Written on the mirror was loud and clear that all along I was the one to blame.
I see the things that break, my concrete skin as it gets chipped away.
Wont let it go to waste, this glowing in my chest as I watch the old me fade.
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Work In Progress
04:02
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A bad case of the "bummed out"
theres really only one thing that I can do now
i get off work and fall into your arms cause youre never not happy to see me.
A bad case of the regrets,
not a person in this town who i havent pissed off yet,
you took me by my collar and rung my neck cause i was selfish and was being a shit.
it's true, that i am,
a work in progress, a complete fucking mess,
but baby you're the only one who brings out the good in me these days.
big dreams and little motivation,
my depression varies with the seasons,
but when i come home you show me that i still have at least one good reason.
twelve dollars to last till payday,
i spend it on beer instead of filling my tank,
it's always one tank or the other it seems,
if i'm honest they're both pretty empty.
it's true, that i am,
a work in progress, a complete fucking mess.
baby you're the only one who brings out the good in me these days.
i won't touch the ground, when you are here, you get me high, get me high.
i wont touch the ground, when you are here, you get me high.
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Pretty Lady
04:00
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Hey, pretty lady, wont you climb in with me?
you've got some time on your hand, i've got an empty seat.
and i will take you anywhere you think that you wanna see.
i'm gonna give you my best, please place your bet on me, baby please.
i'm sorry babe, i know your life's been a chore,
but if you team up with me at least you'll never get bored.
and if the monsters come back, intent to settle the score,
i'll be your right hand man, no they don't win this war, no they don't.
yeah, i like it. so i put a ring on it, that says if i
ever become an asshole who is obsessed with the wrong things that,
you could shoot me down and leave me for the corporate vultures yea
you could shoot me down if i forget the man i promised you when i was young.
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4. |
A Place of Our Own
03:36
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In a crazy world, the news is more frightening than the movies that we watched when we were kids.
I've been having nightmares, I don't wanna wake up just to come back to this.
i'm fucking sick of everything, i'd rather sit at home and drink and smoke a little weed with my baby (baby!)
fucking sick of everything, the politics and fighting,
i'd rather sit at home and get (high with my baby!)
no one can see us, no, no one can touch us when we're high.
no one can see us, no, no one can touch us when we're high above the world in a place of our own.
in an emergency state, you're hearing all the sirens and you're seeing all the lies they're hiding deep inside.
and you can't turn on the tv, without seeing the hatred tearing through us like this choking disease.
i'm fucking sick of everything, i'd rather sit at home and drink and smoke a little green with my baby(baby!)
i'm fucking sick of everything, those bastards always lie to me,
i'd rather sit home and get
no one can see us, no, no one can touch us when we're high.
no one can see us, no, no one can touch us when we're high above the world in a place of our own.
I won't pretend that i'm not a part of the problem.
But what can you do? Feels like we've all unlearned a valuable lesson.
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