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different house
01:09
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im alone when your not around
its been a while since ive been by myself
im waiting inside while you a smoke
its late we're tired im getting kinda bored
do you ever think about going home
& trying to make things work out again
its a different house hes a different guy
your being too hard your acting like a kid
i feel alone when you're around
but i dont like to be by myself
my throat burns as i exhale the smoke
its late, im tired this is getting kinda old
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2. |
camera
03:07
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i found a camera in the shed
used it til my eyes went red
til the cassete ran out of tape
til i found something great
heard you were back in town
but i never saw you around
heard a girl fucked you up
heard you got caught driving drunk
been a while since highschool
remember when we we're cool
we used to drive in for lunch
let me sit in the trunk
did i find you like this
revealing in your sin
is it only showing now
or has it hid behind your brow
i found a camera in the shed
used it til my eyes went red
til i made time stop
til i found everything okay
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3. |
scissors
02:54
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trembling hands make a fist
everything i thought didnt exist
comes around, hits so hard
caught ignoring falling walls
dirty hair comes out in clumps
everything i thought happened once
beats me up, lets me down
hiding beneath old bed sheets
mind slow, but thoughts fast
everything i thought had come to pass
chases after, holds me down
makes me sick until i forget
tired eyes will not shut
everything still waiting for me
tears wont dry, thoughts wont stay
makes me remember why im sick
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4. |
thursday
01:03
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my hair got long
i like this way
when i look at you
my world stays the same
i didnt ask
you told me anyways
when you look at me
the world starts to change
ive spent years
trying to change
think it over in the
shower every day
when i get in bed
it falls apart
the idea of me
nothing but a farce
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5. |
snow
02:27
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tune the static out
its late tonight
i love you sometimes
are you blind, am i
close my eyes underwater
and take deep breathes
the snows in your head
you made this mess
something on my shoulders
to keep me on the ground
if i could climb these stairs
i would never come down
were you proud of me
could i have done better
its too late to ask
but i need your answer
withdrawn getting bored
i cant see the floor
hollow, getting tired
sick of feeling ignored
so i will ask the sky
where do the dead go
when im sinking quietly into
the snow
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funeral culture Ottawa, Ontario
email me tomleblanc9@gmail.com
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