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We've all been places alone.
We calm ourselves down in the dark.
Disconnected our phones and kinda hope that they still ring.
We've all been places alone,
we bum ourselves out in the dark.
We disconnected our phones and threw them against the wall.
Now and then I wonder if I'll make it out okay.
Now and then I wonder why we even try to
Justify all the lies I, myself, have spoke.
Took that cancer like a joke.
Justify all the lies I, myself, have spoke,
ripped that cancer from my throat.
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Shitbirds
02:13
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Constantly throwing out night stands with broken legs
and my curtains won't keep the sun out.
They're made of fabric that's more or less transparent.
Still, I struggle to sleep in.
So tired of everything,
so tired of you too.
Bury my head up in pillows that suffocate the face
I fucking breathe from.
My hands are spastic,
grotesquely automatic.
I try to control all the lives i take.
So tired of everything,
so tired of you too.
Just wait for the silence again.
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explain to me again, what you told me last night
about how we are floating in the wrong direction.
stifle nightmare sounds while i
try to ascertain our morbid futures.
so...
and there it is again,
that meglomaniacal laughter echoing,
piercing deformed ears of alleyways unknown,
reaching the tops of churches and broken homes.
another new years eve misspent at home
we once avoided dilapidated cars and now we're living in them.
broken down vehicles meant for motion, our junkyard disposition
let's shed these skins....
and to my dismay,
things are getting much worse,
the scary part is that its no surprise at all.
all the best intentions, pernicious consequences
amalgamate and break right back apart to nothing
i guess the truth is that i'm not ready to see you fall,
i've dealt with scumbags enough to know that youre not really one,
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Bed Bugs and Beyond
02:02
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Brick apartments built along horizons keep the shade on my cityscape.
Metropolitan sighs itself to sleep on indented pillows with heavy heads,
holding saddened eyes. Commuter upset, nauseating train ride. And i work from 9-5, at the bar from 5-10. Do it again tomorrow. What is there left but alcohol consumption and fairweather friends and my alone time watching TV. So unproductive but.....but nothing. Go home.
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Sallow Skin
02:59
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What do i do with this empty 22?
Throw it to the floor, face in the glass.
And I know winter is numbing but i don't care if i get off my ass for shit.
Don't you see I'm trying?
While the inquisitive keep prying into business that does not concern them.
My concerns begin to dissipate.
Maybe it's time for me slow the fuck down,
but i never knew when to quit so why I start right now?
Taking my small steps up crooked staircases with rotting planks
but my splintered feet can't hold my weight no more.
My only hope is that you'll be there to revive me once my heart begins to palpitate.
The surgeons that graft such sallow skin suffer depression from such disappointing flesh.
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A generation bent on sarcasm and Pee Wee's Great Adventure
and underachieving.
We were supposed to be romantics, but we're oblivious to that.
We were supposed to grasp for planets, but instead we're grasping for dirty straws.
Staining our lips, spraining our limbs.
Please take me with you, if you're getting out now.
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Bottle Kids Brooklyn, New York
I'm Josh. I write songs. I drink beers. I'm a winner.
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