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Nothing
02:00
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Just let them in again, all that lurk below
Cheer on open neglect of my free blood flow
And when I sink down hit the same floor
But it’s better than nothing, right?
You’d think by now I’d know what it’s for
It beats nothing, right?
How many breaks do we get before they disappear?
I will try to tie the thread so I don’t float back here
And when I sink down hit the same floor
But it’s better than nothing, right?
You’d think by now I’d know what it’s for
It beats nothing, right?
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2. |
Could've Been
03:27
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So you fall and crawl home to shades half-drawn
You find a new one to place the blame on
So few, so few left on your side
And there’s still blood left in your palm
You’re no stranger to the fall
Those memories got you clenching your jaw
And you, you know how this ends
Late nights empty halls
It could have been good
It could have been good
It could’ve been so good for you
But you had to face them off
So you gather up and amount your guns
Apparitions to crack your brain up
Just what, what is it this time?
Shadows settle and there’s no one
It could have been good
It could have been good
It could’ve been so good for you
But you had to face them off
And in this crumbling house where the walls are misshapen
You search and scour the place find something for breaking
In this crumbling house where the walls are misshapen
You search and scour the place find something to break
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3. |
Twin Hell Fire
02:18
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You’re burning in a little hell of your own making
Just wondering when old threats of divorce will come again
Maybe if you’d paid some mind to all the warning signs
You’d forgive yourself for everything
In the middle of nowhere Indiana, with an inferno of my own
I was pouring gasoline when you got me on the phone
You said, “I’m in a rough spot, I’ve been out of work for weeks
And the walls, they won’t stop closing in on me”
I can’t stand seeing you this way
So I go down to the bus stop, straight to 8th and 53
Can’t you just shake it off?
It stands at your window and it breathes from your sheets
Even you could rise with the sparks
Just let it go without fanfare or screams
Maybe we could shake it off
Cause I can’t stand seeing you this way
I could kill those who drive you to the dark
Maybe we could end up okay
Maybe we could shake it off
Maybe we could shake it off
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4. |
Florida
03:22
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I know I don’t say much at all
But I can’t help feeling there’s something better
Your unrest is palpable
So I wanna show you I’ve got it together
I get so triggered by this house
I blame the salt air for erosion
But I like that you come around
It makes the place feel less broken
So let’s kick the old bad nicotine habits
Drive across the state line
Look back one last time at this
Dingy tourist town
The ocean is warm but the sun overhead won’t relent
And I can’t stand the faded tattoos and the old weathered skin
So I’ll pour the gas and light the match
It took a new year’s parade
To drudge all my old dread straight to the surface
Can’t tell if it’s just this place
How can they party when I feel so worthless?
Let’s kick the old bad nicotine habits
Drive across the state line
Look back one last time at this
Dingy tourist town
The ocean is warm but the sun overhead won’t relent
And I can’t stand the faded tattoos and the old weathered skin
So I’ll pour the gas and light the match
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5. |
Better
02:56
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The asphalt was stirring when you said things would improve
I’m shielding my blurry eyes in the early afternoon
I’m better
I hope you’re happy
I lied to myself again
The emptiness brims up high as if I’d forget
I’m dodging the broken glass by where we used to live
I’m better
I hope you’re happy
I lied to myself again
The darkness in Ohio showed up in Texas too
I’m wondering why I’m here and how I look to you
I’m better
I hope you’re happy
I lied to myself
Carve up the dripping days and the old regret
I’m searching for anything that I haven’t squandered yet
I’m better
I hope you’re happy
I lied to myself
The desert sunset showed me it’s not so bad
Is this advancing or a recycled path?
The desert sunset showed me it’s not so bad
Is this advancing or a recycled path?
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Recede
03:03
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All those ten floors below could never know
Of that venom on our tongues
But all who share our walls, they’re appalled
We’re still needling in the dark
The ghosts that haunt this one bed apartment are standing tall
Over words that can’t be put right again
I try to trace us back to the days when all the hate
Formed in our hearts seemed off so far
Your ring left on my finger, ever shrinking
I should have known, why can’t I let go of this?
I’ve dreamt of ways to mend it all, still pretending
That the lines weren’t already drawn
So I’ll recede in
Recede in
So I’ll drive until I
Hit the grey sea in the west
Feel the pounding in my chest
I can let go
The red sky will hold the light
Til the sand runs through my palm
Carry a big gun under my arm
I will let go
Let go
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7. |
The Haunt
01:31
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This dark and aged place in a smoky haze
Skeletons became a part of the landscape
Can you help me pass the time and toe the line?
I can build my spine in another life
Sinking into the haunt
Drinking into the dawn
Numb the earth til it’s gone
I don’t know how to say that
I’m so sick of shoving dirt in a bottomless pit
Ain’t this a way to spend these lonely days?
Staying awake only to keep wits astray
I’m masking contempt for your feigned conquests
In awe of what we spend on deadened sense
Sinking into the haunt
I’m drinking into the dawn
Numb the earth til it’s gone
I don’t know how to say that
I’m so sick of shoving dirt in a bottomless pit
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8. |
Regression
02:29
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There was a paranoia walking down the block of ninth avenue
There were holes in my heart I’ve always needed to fill
There was hoping I could stay young til September
And the whiskey I needed to keep my thoughts adrift
Well I don’t care about what lives or dies
If there’s a wreck then I can swallow my pride
Is that alright?
Did it already pass by?
So let’s take it back to the place that it started
With things that they’d rather you not say
The room could break into a thousand pieces
But there’s things that they’d rather you not say
There’s the pulling back on the leather curtain of dishonesty
And the long unraveling from all the once known threads
There was hoping I could understand it’s not my problem
But there’s the fear of dreaming along to my own death
Well I don’t care about your good intent
If it’s only a matter of when
Those ties are gone
Goodbye, so long
Let’s take it back to the place that it started
With things that they’d rather you not say
The room could break into a thousand pieces
But there’s things that they’d rather you not say
Let’s take it back
Let’s take it back
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Unwound
03:25
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So I’m tracing the shapes
Of where it all came unwound
He said get yourself straight
You’ve got nothing to be sad about
Drown the dull ache
Old habits just return
And wither away
Among comforts never earned
And that just makes it worse
Yeah that just makes it worse
So how’s your kid now?
Does she fill you to the brim
That marriage went south
I hear she’s taking everything
Yeah it’s a known sound
Crumbling tatters of the earth
You’re feeling worn out
Among lessons never learned
And that just makes it worse
Oh that just makes it worse
What are we gonna do now with the dark we can’t chase down?
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10. |
Colorado
01:59
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I asked you what’s the point of it all?
The shadows are longer and i think it’s my fault
I used to blame the weather, or something I did
But this time I can’t point to anything
Was Thanksgiving always this way?
She said this year let’s just skip the holidays
Promise me we won’t end up like them
Cause I just couldn’t handle it
Once I’m nine days dry and sleeping straight through the night
Rise up early again and sweep the floorboards of my head
Walk the pine needle floor and my legs are shot but somehow I push on
This cycle of wanting I made for myself
Doesn’t fall in with all the things that I’ve read
And the beatnik threads bouncing around in my head
I’m thinking I deserve
This masochistic stunt
But the way the sun punctuates
The deep green leaves
And how this song always kills me
Makes me think I could be alright this time
Could be alright this time
Be alright this time
Be alright this time
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11. |
Dissipate
02:57
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Is this what we wanted?
To pace the floorboards that bend at every crack
You might as well haul up
Cacophonies of deep and brambled wrath
Too small to bother with now
To twist awake and thrash in tangled sheets
You’ll squander any way out
When night moves in and those patterns just repeat
Is this what we wanted?
To cut the ties that just might mend the gap
A fleeting urge to hold on
That dissipates just once it’s in my grasp
And that sunburst in my head
Couldn’t tell you what it meant
But that thread of muted pain
I could feel it slip away
My back grounded to the earth
And those flowering words I heard
Invoked a sudden decay
Of that dull and utter ache
I’m afraid it came too late
I’m afraid it came too late
What if it came too late
Too late
And it’s gone
And it’s gone
And it’s gone
And it’s gone
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Church Girls Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Indie punk from Philadelphia, PA.
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