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Puzzle
01:30
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I tried finding what was missing
in cracks beneath the concrete
but I only found the hate
that lives in the darkest parts of me.
I found I push you away
I'll never say what I mean
Sitting down the shower
Hoping to come out clean.
Hoping to come out clean...
But I can't bare another moment
of feeling so lost, lonely, so alone
I'm surrounded by my friends
but it's time to go
it's time to go back home.
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2. |
Summary of Letters
02:34
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I can't let go
I left the glass you drank from by the window
I want to see how you are
but I'm afraid of opening wounds since long scarred.
The things that you have
so put together in your picture perfect life
but line them up in a row
and do you even feel alive?
And I'll write what I can't say
because I know you'll hear it all someday
I wish we knew how to talk
I hung up the phone before I could say what I want
Wish I knew what to do
I was so fucking close to forgetting all about you
and all the songs that we'd played
I still hear "Sprained Ankle" in my head everyday.
And it's the static from the speakers
your white high top sneakers
the beers in the trash bins
and the sounds of passion.
I tried to call
so many times before
I drove over to your place
but couldn't knock on the door.
And if you know what you want please let me know
odds are I'm still up, staring out the window.
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3. |
Clawing
02:00
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If I loved it then would it be the same?
Building bridges just to burn them again
A ring forever and the ties that bind
Lost in darkness, just something to find.
The caverns deep oh how I hate the sound
Drenched in sadness but it's calling me out
From the slumber I've so often fell
Into heaven, but belong in hell.
It's calling... It's knocking
It's calling... It's clawing...
We say I love you then close our eyes
Pray to God to forgive our lives
Pull up the covers just to warm our flesh
The pale skin covers up our stench.
Lay in bed now there's no awful sound
The naked skin begins to peel and drown
In the places that we've always hid
In the places that we've always been.
It's calling... It's knocking
It's calling... It's clawing...
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4. |
Happy to Forget
03:09
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kill me cause maybe it’s what we both need
drain my blood until my veins run dry and barren like my heartbeat
save me because pentagrams and black masses sure ruined my chances
hate me over broken promises from last year still feel so damn clear to me
tell me one last time that everything is fine
i can read the notes inside as they pour out
writing letters never sent i don’t know about happiness
but if i did i wouldn’t give it up for the world
do you remember walking home
do you remember drinking
do you remember driving that car
do you remember that feeling
do you remember feeling so alone
i remember feeling so alone
im so sick and broken
i can’t breathe
this coffin the dead space
when im gone will i sleep
alone still, your warm heart
its so far from me
the blood and my cold bones
feels like death in me
i’m crying, im restless
and hoping you get this
i’ve been suffering here
but maybe i’m happy somewhere
some other place in memory
a place where i don’t have to grieve
over shit from the past
over shit that i’m happy to forget
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