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Fantasy
04:27
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self-induced suffering
for the sake of songs
quitting is the most consistent
thing i’ve done wrong
if i didn’t wanna fall asleep
well i guess i should’ve stayed awake
when i went to sleep
s’kinda weird to be here
s’like chasing a dream
where everyone’s in sync
except for me in the city
all this traffic is a catalyst
i wish i could learn to
just pull the fuck over
or get over you
or get closer to you
but it could only ever be
you and me in a fantasy
is there any place higher than a
crown of thorns?
hell am i still doing all these
drugs for?
i’ve identified with my anxiety disorder
and delusions for so long
it feels like that’s the real me
and when i’m sober that’s who’s off
oh how i wish i could remember
if it’s ever been this bad before
i sure could use a constant
in tandem with all this change
or get a break from you
or get away with you
but it could only ever be
you and me in a fantasy.
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2. |
The Backseat
03:25
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i’ll take the backseat
on this one
haven’t gotten this high
in so long
gonna let my friends drive
listen for the first time
let go of control
put my brain on hold
i saw the aura of a horse’s head
inside my eyes
i watched it change into the shape
of what was on my mind
i thought that i was in love
with Philadelphia
until i sobered up from all of the
dru-uh-hugs
enough already, i’m already enough
no sign of substance unless i’m fucked up
i wanna love more, miss less
resist my bed and learn a thing or two
cos i got no clue
i’ll take the backseat
on this one
haven’t gotten this high
in so long
gonna let my friends drive
listen for the first time
let go of control
put my brain on hold
when does passion
become obsession
is it when i defend
your actions no questions
(now i know, now you know)
that me is the problem
avoiding my problems
i will never tell you when you’re wrong
i enable, i am partial
all for what
i don’t speak up
i fucking suck
and it seems i’m
afraid to say
this to your face
i think a functional dynamic is one
open to challenge where we
can trust each other to not
exploit each other and we
can grow instead
of hiding in our heads like
strangers. we’ve learned
fake words. we were
partners don’t you remember?
before dungeon winters
indoor torture
anguishing for the promise
of a summertime spring
so i’ll take the backseat
on this one
haven’t gotten this high
in so long
gonna let my friends drive
listen for the first time
let go of control
put my brain on hold.
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3. |
All Else Above Me
03:00
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i keep to myself
my lonesome self
can’t open my mouth
without crying for help
i don’t say enough
i say too much
i don't say enough
i say too much
when it’s too late to speak
when confronted with questions
i lie through my teeth
and i don’t know why
i hate myself for doing so
every time
i sing in a band
a one man band
abandoned my friends
for production and yet
i don’t write enough
i write too much
i don't write enough
i write too much
about things that only make sense to me
while musicians are touring the country
with songs about shit that matters like
politics and dead friends
and all else above me
while i whine cos i’m lonely.
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