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1800
02:52
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Is there truth to what you can see?
I see you and I want to tell you everything
but, with your eyes falling on me,
do the words I say even carry meaning?
Oh, aren't you so mystical?
We hold a gaze through the window.
I would've remembered you like you would've followed.
We look away, let the moment go,
but your stare's etched in my mind and on my skin and bones.
Oh, aren't you so beautiful?
You're like a rainy Boston morning in my eye--
I think of you and sometimes I just want to cry.
You're like the river to my right,
you're like the cobblestones at night.
My 1800, darling, you're like home and I need to get through to you!
Until I do, remember, and I will see you soon.
You're gracing all my vision.
Curse the world, it's not me you're kissing.
When will you see you've been missing out
and fall straight and true back into last June?
Oh, aren't you so lyrical?
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St. Jude
03:12
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But "whatever" became a memory whenever I fell blind
and the hours and the days seemed to run a little too near.
All that I can recall are the way that I felt inside,
a few hues, a few words, and the blurriest outline.
It felt something like St. Jude in September,
because I'd hated you since December,
and using all of my sense not to cry,
and never bothering to ask because I'd already known why,
and learning when to shut the hell up
because I was too quiet anyway.
Every other hour that summer, I was too busy drowning
and I never hit land until I made the call to sink.
All that I can recall is reacting like a blue bottle
but you seemed to understand the science of it all.
And I hope you know which songs were about you.
I was never good at saying the thing, even to you.
I'm better off just shutting the hell up
because I've been too quiet anyway.
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Underwater
02:52
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Maybe I would feel better if I'd go to bed,
but I'll just sit, stare at the blurs until I lose my head
(maybe I'm out of my head).
Do you mind the quiet? Do you mind me?
Do you mind the quiet? Do you mind me?
I keep my head underwater
because I like the view when it's only color.
You grab and shake me by the shoulders,
but I won't feel anything other than this.
Somehow I speak with nothing much to say. How do I avoid the day?
I'll take what I can and never make the stage, and I would but I'm not okay
(I should but I don't, okay?).
Do you mind the ire? Do you mind me?
Do you mind the fire? Do you mind me?
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4. |
Bury Me
03:39
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I know who you are, won't pretend anymore.
Crazy, scared, or stupid--that's on you.
Still, I'll sing all of your favorite Foo Fighters songs
and pray I get through to you.
Oh, is it a lie to stay alive in love with you?
I've lost my edge, no, I can't do this.
I've lost the need to compete with you.
So you can, but I won't hide or deny
these words that I've kept inside.
Oh, is it a lie to stay alive in love with you?
And if to love is to die, then won't you bury me tonight?
And if to love is to die, then won't you bury me tonight,
or shoot me straight into the sky
and for once let's just not ask why
and feel this real forever like
mercy's got you paralyzed?
I love you and I don't know why
I never made this right,
because I could lie, but why waste our time
and give too much power to the mind?
You're too fucking smart to not know I,
darling, believe you're mine.
And if to love is to die...
And every single time that I open up my eyes,
I only do it for seconds at a time.
And if to love is to die,
then won't you bury me tonight?
Because I wouldn't lie, I'm so alive in love with you.
So is it a lie?
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Prisoners
04:47
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Found the picture that I took of you
last year. You never looked up,
and I loved it because I loved you because I loved your focus.
It's just like prayer or meditation,
and all the while I'm just medicating
because there's something that you do that just strips my world away.
Pace around my head until I'm through.
I've been thinking about death ever since I met you.
And, well now I think you're right. Well, hell--what can I do?
Come back to mind and waste my time.
Come back to life, give me back my eyes,
and let's get lost, get right, get hurt, you know I wouldn't mind.
And I'll try not to fall back into old habits,
and I'll try to do you right. You know you can have it all,
for what it's worth. You know, it couldn't make it worse.
Come here, let's quarrel just for a bit.
Our teacher said that's just what prisoners did,
because we never cared. We'd take whatever we could get.
Fuck everyone else I wanted to choose.
I'd rather stay up just thinking about you.
So come steal the sleep right away from me, why don't you?
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Other Plans San Antonio, Texas
Indie/alt rock by Vic Garces and Wiley Martinez.
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