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nostalgia streets
02:13
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Walking down Queens
Near Moore-Oxley bypass it seems
Like a whole different town
The place is still the same, but the colours
are drained
Coffee on Wednesdays, skipping
assembly
Late starts on Fridays, we'll meet at the
mall
Bus rides with best friends. walking
everywhere
Innocent routines I will never use again
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sadness in summertime
00:55
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lemonfish
01:03
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You showed me the cross on your chest, the x marked on
your skin. Cut above your heart where no pain
should have been.
I hugged you, I held you
People start to stare, but I don't care
I don't care
Out but the movies, sitting on the grass. It was
somebodies birthday, our friends in the arcade.
You know you messed up, he came along and helped
break your heart.
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delivery boy 2000
00:53
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It's a dreary Tuesday afternoon and things
are running slow
This place gives me some sort of peace
so I feel less useless
A drive to clear my head, folding boxes to gather my thoughts
I hate my life I hate my life I hate my life
I'd use a sample but it's probably copyright
Oh fuck it
This isn't only a job, it's a time for me to eat
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What have I been doing with my life?
Living anywhere but the present, that's
what I've been doing with my life
Everything's moving along and I'm just
drifting by until I feel that way again
I'm only living in the present by
reminiscing on the past
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6. |
smother
02:00
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Another year, another phone down the drain
I keep on making the same mistakes
I hope I'm not a mistake you learned from
Took me too long but I was pushing you away
Never thought I would see the day where we were strangers again
I read a piece of poetry and it fits with you so well
I get shivers down my spine and pins and needles in my arms
How come when I don't try at all, others start to fall
But when I give my all...
My hand on your thigh, I'm sorry that I made you uncomfortable
Until we were strangers it didn't occur how
well passed that potential we came
I clung to you and the warmth you gave
but that just made the heat fade away
With the embers rapidly turning to charcoal,
frantically grasping at straws to keep our friendship whole...
to no avail
You were my rock but even rocks can turn to dust
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7. |
you were afraid
01:33
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The cuts on your wrists
Blood drips from the slits
Ulna to elbow
Too far in your head to admit
That you needed help
But i was too scared to give it
I ran for a week and quietly ignored you
Worried more than ever
But afraid of destruction
Not to each other but to yourself
All the thoughts in your head
That make you want to die
But you're not scared of dying
You are afraid of being alive
When you showed me your arms
I want to hold you in mine
Protect you from yourself
Tell you everything's fine
You'll be okay, it's just all in your head
I'll try keep you safe, i don't want you
dead
But it's hard when you think you're
disgusting
But please know that you never disgust me
You hate yourself more than anyone could
And I had feelings more than i should
All the thoughts in your head
That make you want to die
But you're not scared of dying
You are afraid of being alive
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8. |
untitled ii
02:27
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Did we ever picture it like this?
You so put together and me just a mess
All those years ago lying on the silver seats
Now we're lying in your house wondering what to eat
Three years ago you would have never though
You would try to end your life and I would try to end mind
Even though now I have a good paying job
I miss the sunshine on my face when we were in between class
Planning out our lives and all the things to do
Barely 18 years old and not a fucking clue
How we'll support ourselves, we just want out of the house
Common conversation, friends kicked out of the house
But we're the kings of suburbia, I feel safe in the streets
I wander now in loss and defeat
Is this just me or everyone else?
Scrawling over pages to feel what I once felt
But I know we're never gonna feel that way again
I will never feel that way again
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9. |
nostalgia park
03:00
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Recovering alcoholic, age 22
Sat next to me while I was waiting for you
Said his name was Michael, he needed to know the
time
2:37 sitting on a park bench in the sunshine
He asked if I had a girlfriend
Told him I was meeting you
Not as my girlfriend but wishing it was true
There was a night where that was real
Do you remember how I made you feel?
Arms wrapped and walking slow
2am at the park, we had no where to go
I still have the burns on both my hands
you gave me on the bench. Smiling
etched on my skin, I will never forget
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