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miss you
01:16
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I built myself a world so I could be alone
I miss my innocence, I left it at home
created what I see, it follows me around
rings my eardrums bruised, shining in my eyes
I miss you
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2. |
catacombs
03:58
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catacombs for wasted breath
laid to rest inside my head
she sees it all through silver eyes
the thoughts that I can't verbalise
it's far too bright to see the world in front of me
my eyes are watering
so don't take me home, I can't be alone
I can't comprehend what I'm saying to myself
I'm just part of a whole, and I can barely cope
it's impossible, but I'm better than this
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3. |
the good life
04:34
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I am keeling on the floor of an old friends bathroom
insecure about my looks and the vomit down my t-shirt
I am skipping out on gigs to get friendly with strangers
convinced myself it'll take me far, but right now I'm going nowhere
just want a bit of the good life
don't want to think of the aftermath
so give me a piece of that good life or so help me god
I am watching my friend roll, but he just can't pack it in
inconspicuous in the car park, with a police car down the street
I am sat in bed all day because nobody wants to see me
got these plans and I can't wait, they're just so far in the future
just want a bit of the good life
don't want to think of the aftermath
so give me a piece of that good life or so help me god
and on the train home
I thought about her and the way she'd disapprove
and it felt so good
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4. |
ragdoll
05:11
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with an apple in my mouth, sweat dripping off my brow
I look around the room to try and point you out
and I can see you trembling
avoiding my gaze
you smile and I can't breathe, I commit to jealousy
you don't believe me?
well here I'll show you that it's always the same
I'm screaming your name
you look the other way
catch your eyes across the room
tried to explain but I spoke too soon
without you I'm a mess, but I'll try to look my best
just in case you look back
and you remember what a mistake I was
cringe and move on
wish I would too
well I'm sorry no can do, I'm still in love with you
you haunt my dreams at night, you're on my mind all day
so please don't go away
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5. |
sella
04:11
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hold each other pretty close now
because you don't know what you've got
until it's screaming in your face
top of my lungs, take me anywhere else
I was so quick to drop everything and run
sold my comfortable lifestyle for just a chance at something better
and I will forget the way she points the finger
at every single opportunity
and I will forget her eyes and how they suited her
because it won't mean a thing once I am free
once I am free to follow through on each dilapidated plan I make
I'm going to run away to india in a van
it's so convenient to have nobody there to give a fuck
if I disappear one day and I never come back
don't ask me to want her back
who would want something like that?
she tried so hard to come out on top
but I just wanted her to keep away so I could fuck it all off
and I will forget the way she points the finger
at every single opportunity
and I will forget her eyes and how they suited her
because it won't mean a thing once I am free
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6. |
nymphomaniac
04:53
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black tar, spit back flames
it feels like it's my wedding day
and I cannot commit
bottle clutched, my iron grip
I found peace with the final sip
but I am not convinced
well at first it was just getting high
that is what she'll tell her friends in the morning
I'm eroding, I'm back and forth
but nothing in my heart implores
for me to want you back
you use me but I'm not yours
can't skirt around it anymore
nymphomaniac
well at first it was just getting high
that is what she'll tell her friends in the morning
it's not my place to wish her well
because I have never been a part of her hell
I took safe steps to stay away
but there's only so many precautions I am willing to take
nymphomaniac feeling unfulfilled
and I can't explain the needs I feel
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7. |
51 weeks
04:26
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my hands on you for the last time
and I wish I didn't know it
your hole in my head widens
and I'm sure, or I hope it's all for you
or it's all for nothing
it's so hard to start again
but I'll become an eager eye
and I'll sing hallelujah, and be alone
forget your hands and hold my own
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8. |
nobody wants me
03:40
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I've got bourgeois friends
I've got working class friends
I've got wealthy friends
I haven't got any friends
I'm petrified after work
because I've got nothing to do
I sit alone with my thoughts, oh no
and they ignore me too
nobody wants me, oh no
I've got marxist friends
I've got strung out friends
I've got suicidal friends
where are all of my friends?
I sit on the bus with my headphones
try to avoid conversation
I'm terrified of each member of my local population
they appoint a freak each election
spend their nights sprawled on their sofas
watching their children go older
hope they don't turn out like me
nobody wants me, oh no
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otto
03:40
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she's got her vest on, dress off, it makes her feel so much better
she shoots a glance towards her friends and convinces me to take her home
maybe halfway out the door I realise I don't know where she lives
and as we walk out in the street I let her lead me to god knows where
now there's blood on my hands
is it mine or hers?
I'm feeling sick to my stomach but I'm lusting for a drink in the dark
got that fire in my throat that she's been feeding through a drip into my blood
don't want to be loved, I want to love and I want to leave
but then I want her to stop me
now there's marks on my neck
she doesn't know me yet
the appetite is gone, once she leaves I'm done
failure to comply; my penalty is time
so what are you waiting for?
I'm right where you want
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10. |
hopeless around you
02:35
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hopeless, I'm so hopeless around you
expectant when you're biting your lip like you do
and I can't meet
linger, I watch you linger and ask you not to leave
you contemplate but we both know you've got someplace to be
more important than me
say you'll come back for me
lie if you have to baby
I'll separate myself
choose the parts you like best
I kept my heart strapped to my sleeve
and I travelled far just to see you released
but I won't go on if there's nothing to see
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Josh Short England, UK
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