1. |
Note to Self
03:22
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What have I told you?
You must learn to refuse,
stand up straight and dress yourself,
read a book and quote it like hell
Then you will be,
everything that you promised me.
But what if i never knew,
where to find the glue,
that holds me true,
to my own petty ruse?
And I will be the first to accept complaints
but I will never know how to make myself change.
and I always wanted to be you
and I always wanted to be you
and I always wanted to be you
and I always wanted to be you
and I always wanted to be you
and I always wanted to be you
What have I told you? You must learn to refuse.
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2. |
Too Much
03:10
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And I will be standing here, still as a tree.
And I still write you letters you do not read.
And I feel, just like your mother must have,
When she realised you'd be broken with the guilt.
Oh, how quaint.
Oh, how great.
Feed me, the poisoned apple it is time,
to dwell upon, what I can and can't achieve.
In all honesty I'm fading,
but is it really such a shame?
Oh, how quaint.
Oh, how great.
Take it all in,
Reminisce when we use to see who suffering the most, just pick up and go.
I will let you go, because I've been too engrossed.
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3. |
Darling
02:46
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Darling don't call here anymore,
I'm growing sick and tired of barricading doors,
I just want to sleep in peace, I just want to sink my teeth,
into my own disguises.
Have you heard they've devalued
anything that I used to think of you.
You don't know where to find your next meal,
but I am pretty sure you won't hesitate to
Kill me.
We'll just call these the lost tapes.
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4. |
Self Indulge
03:03
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Oh boy, I was built to destroy the guilt,
I have never been so scared.
Don't refrain from using that name you say,
when it all just goes to my head.
Had you seen What I believe to be examples of our dead.
I would feel much better still If I knew just what to expect.
Self indulge on my quest to revolt,
And I could make you prepared,
to see what it is to feel no love
for those that(who) fill your head.
Had you seen What I believe to be examples of our dead.
I would feel much better still If I knew just what to expect.
Had you seen What I believe to be examples of our dead.
I would feel much better still If I knew that you were there.
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5. |
Ramble
04:13
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I found my hat, it had been chewed up and spat out, under the table again.
I found my coat, its had been thrown out the window, honey if you wanted me to go,
there are easier ways to say so. You're just showing off in front of your friends.
I'll play up to role, afterall it's all that you have come to expect.
You'll just get jealous and say take me home , I want to be with my family again.
I'll hesitate, because I can't strain enough how hard it is to stomach them.
It's all just wrapped up in layers of how much I hate you.
It's all just wrapped up in layers of how much I can't take you.
I find it hard, to not complain of the inadequacies of love.
Just because you've built a box big enough for two doesn't mean
that I'll go through with it. You can't prove that I gain anything from you.
I'll just loose as you tie the noose and we both go out swinging.
It's all just wrapped up in layers of how much I hate you.
It's all just wrapped up in layers of how much I can't take you.
It's all just wrapped up in layers of how much I hate you.
It's all just wrapped up in layers of how much I can't take you.
I'm the one man show, detailing how to fuck up the simple things again.
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6. |
Time
02:44
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I like to wait, until I've saved it all up.
Innocence can wade, but I'm just another weight on your mind, it takes time.
I cannot complain, I misplace the vowels, as much
as you say you'd like to stay, with little to no disdain, it takes time.
It takes time.
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