1. |
Terms of Patience
05:04
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And you called out as if some echo followed
And this old act you saw that he pulled off and pushed back
You hold on as if these lows had grounded your trust in the past
You held on to these fragments since the shell split
To open on these terms of patience you mold in.
An ocean opens wide
These are the lines I cross
you off of my mind
'Cause I can't believe
I can't believe this lie anymore.
In this way was I born to be broken or unsatisfied?
There's always some dance, always a sway off beat
Some stranger in me
In this was was I born to be broken or unhinged in some passion?
There's always a cause but I can't but feel that fault
That unfiltered compassion.
You came in to talk
to open a dialogue
sadist and all.
Been punished enough
but broke in the silence.
Not fighting at all.
You came back in this
almost contagious depression
felt weightless,
euphoric to cave in.
It didn't work out.
Not suprising nor blameless.
The raven raps at the pane of your loss
and nothing more.
Darkness there and nothing more
To leave you there for never more
All kinds of fear
All the times you've neared something
more than a breeze of mind.
Catches under, weighs you down
in your terms to hold out for something more
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2. |
Okay.
03:10
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Burn the eyes. Strike the match.
Disturbed thoughts that you catch on the bed.
Work some high and start placing nails
and turning crosses
Now and then, I wake up
and there he is.
A slant mind to plant your foot, break the fall.
It's hard to find a kind of compliment
to grow in your plot, so you don't
Tell me you'd stay if I lied to you.
"It will be okay."
I set my plan in motion
Thoughts race, mind panics
All commotion.
The very words you can't unnotice
Are the words I'll use 'till your
throat is going dry.
You'll wonder why you focus on the things you can't fix
Still seem broken.
That's all I aim for
What can I blame you for?
You stay kind and act as if you don't mind
A blank state
just some conciousness your free from
or so you hope.
One can hope, one was not alive.
Some endings surmounts
and for some,
some reason to feel this lost and hopeless.
Well sure,
I seem okay.
But sort of hollow
and a little empty
My mom got engaged.
After all that time I guess he seemed
like the right kind of thing
As if their love could be anything
other than hard.
It's all so hard.
I set my plan in motion
Thoughts race, mind panics
All commotion.
The very words you can't unnotice
Are the words I'll use 'till your
throat is going dry.
You'll wonder why you focus on the things you can't fix
Still seem broken.
That's all I aim for
What can I blame you for?
Will be it okay?
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3. |
Foliage
04:21
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Your breath would hold on your chest
and I would hold on mine
How fragile all this is
has since been on my mind
Life is an open book to read from
Page to bind.
Love is accepting sometimes
and others seeming fine.
I know that it's hard to go on
suspending your belief to know
There's a lesson to be learned
but I don't know what
What's the point even if I did?
'Cause someday you'd have to be taught.
This home has this cold draft
where you suspend your belief to know
that someone could understand.
'Cause I feel so lost
Under the weight of your loss
And I am stuck and your drowning
and I don't think
I can forgive letting you go
after bringing you in,
to suffer more.
I hope you can find
some sort of solace of a good life.
Have I done enough?
Despite all that
I guess I should tell you
to keep your head up.
Some condescending, old cliché
to warm you in my arms.
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4. |
Aperture
03:49
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She's under tide and drowned out
Voiced up in company.
The picture slides
and all of my lines
Are ringing out the best of me.
And cold by fire no, I won't,
woudn't dare I wouldn't know
if love and love
could give off the right tone,
I would.
I've half a mind
polarized and I hope
If all you find in muffled sighs,
dissonance and harmony.
And oh, I don't know but I hope
you find some way out.
A late state of conscience.
Pictures of memories shaded
collect in unique substance
Emotioned and pallid she finds.
You painted whole just everything
I sketched alone in some bold impressions.
Had to ask if you could stay
I had a lot left to ask of you.
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5. |
Push & Pull
04:20
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A foreign side of the walls too thin
You can hear every night
that someone is breathing
in the back of your mind.
Guess some things take time to sleep on
I've tried every night
to close my eyes the same time as you
Do you find it so hard to breathe
when you can feel so much about nothing at all
My mind sends chills to numb my bones
I begin to wonder if this anguish will let go
if it'll stay rancid in my bones
if it'll be let in. I'm alone.
No stranger left to atone
I've tried every night
to close my eyes the same time as you
Do you find it so hard to breathe?
'Cause you've got something about you
that I don't doubt has made me so forgiving
about the way you treated me
like someone lost amongst the found
You can start by thinking that this is about
how long I've taken to move on
Everything ends no matter what it meant to you
if there was any bit of goodness left
you wouldn't be gone.
Somebody has to stay to watch the cancer spread to you
if there any bit of goodness left
you wouldn't be gone.
If there was any bit of goodness left you wouldn't be
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