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Growing Out
04:47
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I'll run away, so I can't catch my breath. Never stopping just decending down, I'm losing all my depth. Second guessing decisions, just clouding my vision. I spend hours up on end, so it's longer till I have to wake. Two decades left me desperate, I was so hungry for more it seemed. How I never knew, I'd be all alone in a room full of friends. I should be out in my shed, but instead, in stuck atop this bed. How can I look my old man straight in the eye, and be completely honest with him and say. That every one that I knew just grew up around me. When everyone but me, grew out of their old skin. Two decades left me desperate, I was so hungry for more it seemed. How I never knew, I'd be all alone in a room full of friends. I should be out in my shed, but instead, i'm stuck atop this bed. I watch the days goes by, lie down in my room alone. Till my face can reach public standards. It's getting harder to see, with the lights off. And I wait each passing moment, in the safety of my home. Through empty sheets, and my cold feet. I'm staying up I'm losing sleep. I've learnt a lot this year, and it's only been a day.
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2. |
Cold Showers
03:12
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When I heard the news
I was just reminded
I knew I'd see you here again.
Despite all their views
it was just recited
your past would come bite you
eventually.
The bowed hardwood floor
got done in last centuries vinyl
I question my title for days.
The twelve dollar broken heater
won't keep me warm by the
door as i lay on the floor
I'm finding my groove
in this place I resent
The last 6 months alone
Has left me for dead
I need to remove myself
from this place.
These paper walls
they serve no purpose
I lay each night
shaking through my sheets.
The old man next door
a dying ex-criminal
he coughs and he keeps me
awake.
Deep in your fears
Are the forgotten years
Back on your heels (he keeps me up at night)
You have to open up
And deal with hidden
frustrations. If you're
to have any chance
of ever moving forward
I'm finding my groove
in this place I resent
The last 6 months alone
Has left me for dead
I need to remove myself
from this place
In a hope that things will
change.
I'm overslept, I'm underpaid
I finally know now what became of my wage
Your crooked smiles laced with Choice cigarettes
I wake each day faced by your silhouette
Looking back at my time
I will never forget
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Distances
02:23
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When you're away from home. The common links between real life, and lost time. Become so far between. This distance, strikes straight through my heart. I bare myself to the world. As man once standing tall. And now I'm lost. When you're away from home. The common links between real life, and lost time. Becomes so far between. This distance, strikes straight through my heart. I hate myself, and stand before the world. As a man once standing proud. And now I'm lost. From the depth of this valley, to the oldest standing tree. I feel my feet, being swept from underneath me. The last six months proved just too much. The last six months proved just too much.
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Backyards
02:44
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Why can't time stand still? I take one last passing glance, at my cracked phone screen. As my heater blows out company. Through my green carpet floor. As condensation trades for conversation, I make with my bedroom window. Will someone please save me, I'm in over my head. Too many times, I've fell behind but somehow always pay the rent. I'll take it back in fact I'll re-define, my false pretense. I'll fall behind, not fall in line. And maybe next year, I'll get my shit together. And pull apart his weather, but I'm sitting just fine now. Will someone please save me, I'm in over my head right now. I'll survive a midlife before twenty three. It's how it should say. When the smoke will clear, no reservations will be held. Getting high and talking about the things we like, and never growing old. I'll take back my own, these backyards are my home.
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Stagnant
02:51
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How times have changed, since the first line. Head held in my hands. Can't feel my palms, set off my smoke alarm. I took some time to find, what I left behind. Four seasons of Seinfeld. Live through a show, how can I grow? I'm struggling, I know. I'll rise up alone. I watch the months peel off my calender. Flaking my paint, was never an option. Where's my motivation? Lost in procrastination. I haven't given half a fuck in the past six months. I know, I brought this on myself. To rise up. I'm fading away. I won't forget, what brought me here. I'm never looking back, again. Brought myself here, I'm never looking back .
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