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[Instrumental]
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You’ve got an honest face,
but it’s the words you say that you’ll be held to.
So you’ve got to try to watch your mouth.
Because when all’s said and done,
no one ever won by telling lies.
They always catch up in the end.
If I’m deserving of anything,
it’d be a slap across the face.
Because I’ve already worn your insults out on myself
I know I make mistakes,
and I know I should be ashamed
About the person I am.
About the person I’m always going to be.
'Cause I’m not trying hard enough to change it – will I ever try hard enough?
Me and my friends used to get into stupid arguments
And in a week or so, we’d talk it out.
Sometimes I wish I was back there
Sometimes I wish I was still there
Sometimes I wish I could always be there
So I’ll stay home again, buried deep in my bed
Staring at the back of my eyelids.
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October (Lying Awake)
04:42
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Waking up again
Wondering where the time went
I remember when it was so much easier
to breathe.
I knew nothing of pain
or the battle I'm losing with my brain.
It was simple, was true
(just like you)
Now the world has become a weight
I carry around my neck and inside my chest.
It's only a matter of time before it breaks my back.
I hunch over my guitar
scribble words into a pad.
But all they really tell me
is that I don't know how it got this bad.
Other people find it easy
Double-thinking to fend off the idea
that we're nothing but cells on a rock.
That doesn't work for me,
Ignorance isn't bliss - you're just lying to yourself.
(not that there is another choice)
I would do anything
to remove this cancer
growing in my brain.
Maybe it's time to let it win.
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Elkview, WV
04:26
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Elkview, West Virginia.
Where we lay all night in your dad’s car
In the middle of a storm, on the day before I was meant to go back home.
The bridge was down, with no other exit to be found
But we held each other together.
Drinking beer and wine, in the swollen summer time
You tell me “I’m yours, and you’re mine”.
Your smile is wide as you confide,
“I’m kind of glad that you missed your flight”.
I don’t want to leave yet
You fell asleep in the car
your head on my legs, my hand on your arm
And I’ve never seen a more innocent face.
And when I leave here, will it all be the same?
Should I regret leaving, or just be glad I came?
I don’t want to leave yet.
I don’t want to leave.
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From the outside looking in,
it's hard to believe that you're feeling.
You take and you break it all,
you don't even have half a heart.
But why would you?
There isn't a name that suits,
they all sound too generous.
and even if you think I'm overstating it,
that's not close to the truth.
You don't fit anywhere,
and you're not worthy of anyone's sympathy
or empathy, or any time of day at all.
You're just a waste,
you're just a person but only barely.
You've ruined all that there is
or you will someday.
You might be made
from the same as which we all are
but it doesn't mean you're anything at all.
Aside from broken skin,
twisted bones
and a brain that doesn't know a thing at all
Even though you share my body
I'm reluctant to see you as part of me.
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It's Not Enough
04:01
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Red-eyed at 3am
I'm becoming the dust on the furniture.
(you want an answer)
You're the heat in the room,
the lines on my face
the drink I only taste
(something small to hold onto at night)
I'm tired of living in my own skin.
(it's not enough to just be living)
Sometimes I wish could die just for a day
Just for a day.
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You can't tell if it's morning or night
Until the frozen shards of sunlight
slice open your eyes.
It came too soon for you,
another day in your life.
Put on some jeans and a favourite shirt
the one you used to wear
before waking up (everything) hurt.
The cycle's never ending
and you see no point in pretending.
(Try again but every day is a backwards step)
When will it end?
Do you ever dream of dying?
Or have nightmares about living?
The endlessness of time won't ever be on your side.
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When you boil it down
What really is it that makes you happy?
You've got a girl who adores you
and I know you love her too.
But that doesn't stop you
From lying in bed all day
Catching up on sleep you lost
When you were pondering the ugly truth,
that your life doesn't mean a thing
Except to the few who really love you.
So you try to stay informed
But the news only depresses you.
So you drown yourself in music
bury eyes in the page.
Write little songs with no meaning
that could never hope to be as beautiful
as her art is.
(or her eyes are, or her heart is)
Still, it won't stop you from trying
but you're nowhere near where you hoped you'd be
and all you ever really feel like is a nobody.
You're told "keep trying, it'll work out in the end"
and I hope, for your sake, that they're right
because you can't waste much more time.
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9. |
White Brick Walls
05:58
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You've got nothing at all to say
The white brick walls reflect everything.
So if you were to scream
it would only echo around your own head.
Like the smell of three day old beer and sweat
or the name that you'll never forget.
(although you try to forget)
Nothing means anything to you anymore
Apart from getting drunk and passing out on the floor.
It's the only escape.
And every day when you wake up
with a sliced open head.
It becomes a week-long mission
to leave the bed.
It doesn't matter what anyone has said,
It'll always be this way.
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Waste
02:50
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I've been walking with my eyes closed
trying to forget
why I got this body out of bed.
There's nothing here for me.
There's nothing at all.
I just spend all my days
thinking about how they could be better.
And all my life looking at myself
and wishing I was someone else
Because I'm just a waste.
You don't say that
you say that I am better than this.
And that I don't deserve anything but the best.
I don't know how to believe it.
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11. |
Someone Else
03:48
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Put up your calendar,
With the pictures of the places
you'd rather be.
So every day when you look at your plans
you can pretend for a moment.
That the sky isn't grey every day
and the stifling concrete has fallen away,
Into golden sand and clear water.
Every time you raise your aching head
In the morning,
You hope for one fleeting moment
That you have awoken
somewhere other than your bed.
Your coffee will prise open your eyes
Bloodshot, and unable to see why
you even woke up.
You'll spend your whole life wishing you were somewhere else.
You'll spend your whole life wishing you were someone else.
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