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Boulevards
03:52
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I'm older than I look
but I've no house on the boulevard
Still barely more than child
And I've barely broken heart
I'm younger than I feel
As I'm dry on energy
I'm late with reaction
And slow on showing skin
I'm sicker than I seem
But smiling comes with benefits
I'm mostly question free
Cause answers mostly hurt
A liar's mask of teeth
When I'm out of cheery synonyms
For nothing really matters
In the end I aim to please
I've got a lock on lying to my therapist
And telling everyone that I'm okay
Only one more I cry to my bartender
But I can't tell the difference anymore
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Gavels
03:05
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I believe in the gavel but I'd trade for black hammers in your case
This admission of mine meant for you in good time and in good space
They'll bury this lede in these pictures of me
They'll erase your mistakes, they'll erase my disease
And the only real shame is that you'll be replaced
A troubled young man they can label my brand of reprisal
Married, two kids, a success, your variety
Will they mention the years that I begged for your humble arrival?
Only you'll know how serious your missed opportunity
Revenge don't get any sweeter
David had nothing to lose
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3. |
Alveoli
02:18
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Dearest alveoli
I think it's time we say goodbye
Sometimes the small things matter most
Sweet, sweet, bronchioles
I think it's time that you should go
I've eliminated your role
Unloving lower lobes
You let me down for the last time
I'm not fine, I guess I'll go it alone
Empty barrel-chest cavity
Cleared a space to store some things
Hand-me-downs I await
Time run low, chance won't last
Am I gonna have to give em back?
With this cargo I drag, I'd be fine with a crash
Then I can go ahead, and give 'em back
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4. |
Salt
03:39
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Buckle in, there's no storybook ending here
I won't please, with this tale of unraveling
It's time that I stop pretending
I've got a foothold in your side
Hurt more than anything I've ever felt
And I'm no one new to suffering
I never meant to let you down
Settle in, let's get comfortable with the differences in our lives
I know that I can't outpace the changes
We said goodbye a while ago
Back then on the day I died
I'm convinced I'll never know
If convictions let me down again
There's no place I haven't been
Inside my head, inside this tangled mess
I'll melt into a hand to crush me back to salt before I fail us both again
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