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Wasting My Breath
01:58
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I know that you don’t care for confrontation
I didn’t know that meant I’d never hear from you again
I know you have your own path to follow
Maybe I just like the feeling of wasting my breath
But now you’re falling for James and his giant heart
And I’m just looking for a way to stop falling apart
I watched him clean and dress all of your wounds
While I was on the ground, bleeding out for you
When you told me:
“I’m so tired of dreaming
I hate my burning house in this dirty town
I feel like I’m suffocating
I’m gonna get the fuck out, baby
I’ll see you around”
You told me this wasn’t a conversation
I didn’t know that meant you’d never speak to me again
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Over the Moon
03:35
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I am drawn to you
Like a moth to a flame
Maybe I’m just confused
Maybe I like the pain
This is the worst it’s ever been
You come at me with your cheshire grin
You’re playing games, I’m alone
Breathing in old flames
But I am drawn to you
Like a shark to the scent of blood
My eyes roll back in my head
I’m the junkie, you’re the drug
I am over the moon
But in the sense that I’ll be coming down soon
I will fall and I’ll break
And my heart will too
I have finally come to understand
I am losing myself holding onto the past
You taught me how to just fucking detach
I’ll teach myself how to relax, relapse
We do this on my terms
We do this at my speed
You don’t say a word
You just look at me
But I don’t wanna catch up, no
I don’t wanna catch anything from you
You forget where you’re from
And they’ll forget you
I have finally come clad in burning wings
To light my own sky in spite of your pleas
I’ve begun to become my own beacon
Solvent resolve to solve my own weakness
I am over the moon
I am over you
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Fighter
02:52
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I am not a fighter, they just wanna fight me
Mentally, I’m crippled, and I can’t help falling
In and out of love with everyone around me
I am not a fighter, but you know where to find me
Cause you got new glasses with rose-colored lenses
And you just keep asking the wrong types of questions
Talk yourself hoarse trying to talk yourself down
“I want nothing more than for this to work out”
You’re in my head even when you’re out of town
Running in circles, leading me all around
Am I the victim or am I the villain?
I guess it depends on how I’m feeling
Cause it turns out that you’re not who I thought you were
And I know that I am not either
You were just doing your due diligence
Foolin’ around with all of my old friends
All of my former friends
Though I am projecting, life is not a movie
I am not rejecting that all of this is all on me
In light of my condition, let’s take this slowly
In spite of my prediction none of this is working
I am now a fighter, and you know where to find me
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4. |
Stone Steps
05:05
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You said “there’s no need for us to be at each other’s throats anymore
We’ve both grown up, we’ve both bled out, we’ve both got so much to talk about”
You’re telling me that you’re a good person, you’re certain it was worth it
I know you have questions. I don’t have to answer them.
You said “there’s no need for us to be like the Cowboys and Indians
Like the cops and robbers” but I say there is because I know there is, I can’t do this again
You’re telling me you just want to be civil, but I know you better, it’s never that simple
I read between the lines this time, no, I got you between the eyes this time
I’ve never been inside your house before
I’ve only sat on the stone steps outside your door
I’ve never seen this side of you before
I don’t think I ever want to see you again
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Come one of these days you’ll have to come clean
And clean up this mess, it’s got your name all over it
You can draw pictures and portraits, so why can’t you draw a connection
Between all of your actions and their consequences?
Cause you are an artist
And she is an artist
And even though you try your hardest
The colors never blend the way you want them to
So skip all your classes
and stew in your sadness
Sit there alone and hope that this all passes
But I won’t feel sorry for you
Cause I must have tried at least a hundred fucking times
By now, to get you to come outside
But you’d just say “no” or act like you’re not home
Stay inside the box where you’re comfortable
Cause you say you’re an artist
But she is an artist
And even though you try your hardest
Nothing ever goes the way you want it to
So skip all your classes
And stew in your sadness
Sit there alone and I’ll bet that this passes
Along with her eyes right through you
Cause she is an artist
and you are a vandal
She’s so much more than you could ever handle
Open your eyes, turn them inside
You can try just as hard as you want to
She’s more than a reward thrust unto
You don’t deserve anything
No one "deserves" anything
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We don't do the same drugs no more
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
'Cause she don't do the same drugs no more
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
When did you change?
Wendy, you've aged
I thought you'd never grow up
I thought you'd never
Window closed, Wendy got old
I was too late, I was too late
A shadow of what I once was
'Cause we don't do the same drugs no more
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
She don't laugh the same way no more
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
Where did you go?
Why would you stay?
You must have lost your marbles
You always were so forgetful
In a hurry, don't wait up
I was too late, I was too late
A shadow of what I once was
'Cause we don't, we don't do what we say we're gonna
You were always perfect, and I was only practice
Don't you miss the days, stranger?
Don't you miss the days?
Don't you miss the danger?
We don't do the same drugs no more
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
We don't do the same drugs no more
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
Don't forget the happy thoughts
All you need is happy thoughts
The past tense, past bed time
Way back then when everything we read was real
And everything we said rhymed
Wide eyed kids being kids
Why did you stop?
What did you do to your hair?
Where did you go to end up right back here?
When did you start to forget how to fly?
Don't you color out
Don't you bleed on out, oh
Stay in the line, stay in the line
Dandelion
Don't you color out
Don't you bleed on out, oh
Stay in the line, stay in the line
Dandelion
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