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Happy
02:09
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"I just want you to be happy,"
Those are the words that you said to me.
But honey, how can I be happy
If my mind won’t let me be free?
But I do really want to be happy,
And maybe one day I’ll be able to,
I’m sorry that I cannot be happy,
But I wish only happiness for you.
You deserve so much more than what I can give,
I’m sorry that you had to settle for me.
But you give me a reason to Live!
And, maybe, one day, I’ll be free.
I’m not afraid of losing my mind,
I’m more afraid of losing you.
But if we have to go our separate ways,
Just know that I will always love you.
With you, I think I could be happy;
And that is what I plan to do.
Maybe, one day, we will both be happy,
For now, my happiness is you.
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2. |
Egg Salad
01:15
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Egg salad
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
These days
I tend to look a little thinner
Socks and long sleeves
worn in the winter
Old, loved fretboards
giving me splinters
Egg salad
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
These days
I tend to look a little thinner
Socks and long sleeves
worn in the winter
Black and white inked pages
from the printer
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3. |
Quicksand
02:12
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The air I’m breathing is way too thick
We feel like we’re drowning, and we’re sinking quick.
Be aware of your shoulders and how they hung
They claim that I’m naïve and that I’m "too high strung"
or "far too young."
Some people tend not to use their minds
But there is so much more than just what meets the eyes.
I hope you brought some quarters, no nickels and dimes
You only play the game as to win the prize.
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4. |
Strugglin’
02:53
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I’ve been thinking a lot about how I want my body to be remembered after I’m gone
’Cause we all know that it’s not for the dead, it’s for the Living
And I sure hope I’m worth forgiving
But the sinners keep on sinning
And no, this isn’t worship;
it’s frankly quite the opposite
I can hear the teenagers kissing and it
seems that we’re all missing the point
Life is kicking my ass
And kids walk right out of class
And I don’t know how they’ll pass
But it’s fine
But I’ll keep trying my best, because
We ain’t communist
The only incentive is fear,
Oh dear, we’re
Strugglin’
And I’ve been thinking a lot about what legacy
We’ll leave behind
After we're gone
’Cause we all know that it’s not for us
It’s for the Living
And I sure hope we’re worth forgiving
But the winners keep on winning
And, no, this isn’t politics,
But, frankly, I’m quite sick of this
I can hear our futures fizzling, and it
Seems that we’re all missing the point
Life comes and it goes too fast;
We gotta stop living in the past.
We’re cruel, and we’re crass,
But we’re divine.
So, I’ll keep making my plans
To leave my footprints on our lands
The future is all in our hands,
Oh man, we’re
Strugglin’
But who isn’t?
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5. |
3 am
04:29
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3 am
Butterfly wings in a dusty box
Stained grout
Pack it up, pack it up
Monarch, orange and black
Busted pipes
Rough knuckles
It’s too cold for you here.
Can you hear me?
’Cause I don’t think I can hear myself
Do you know me?
Because I look like someone else
Can you feel me?
Or am I a ghost?
Do you love me?
We might just be fools,
But who knows?
3 am
Broken drawers and mismatching socks
Get out
Pack it up, pack it up
Go and never come back
Leave my life
Along with my troubles
It’s too dark for you, dear
Are you near me?
’Cause I’m not quite sure of where I am
Do you fear me?
Do you even know just who I am?
Will you wait for me?
If you go without me, I’ll understand
Will you stay for me?
I’m lonely, will you hold my hand?
3 am
I might just have to give in
To the endless Night
It’s too cold without you here.
It’s alright
When morning comes,
We will kill the Night.
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6. |
nostalgia
01:51
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Trench
02:25
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I’m falling deeper into my trench
My hair’s all knotted and my socks are drenched
My body’s aching, hands are shaking
I think I’m going down.
I think my bones are trying to communicate with me
And they might be saying that it’s time to flee
Maybe one day you’ll see
the light.
But, for now, your eyes only notice the darkness
inside
Right now, your brain
feels a little bit queasy
But ibuprofen won’t ease the pain
It’s not that easy.
But maybe one day
you won’t even have to try!
’Cause maybe one day
you’ll have made friends with
your Mind.
I think I’m falling into my trench
My fingers are callused and my fists are clenched
My smile is faking, bones are breaking
I think I’m going down.
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8. |
Polaroids (Sublime)
02:01
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Chapped lips and Polaroids
Rose hips and cute boys
Pink-polished fingernails
Bubbly, bitter ginger ales
And I might be young,
But I sure as hell ain’t dumb.
And I can read your mind,
But I’m not sure if you can read mine
And if you could be mine,
That’d be sublime.
I think of you all the time.
And if you could be mine,
That’d be sublime
But it’s fine.
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inevitable.
02:03
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Your brain
is torturing your body.
Your mind
is choking you out.
Something’s inside
Something isn’t working right
And now we’re stuck
In this hole
That we’ve
Dug for ourselves,
for our coffins,
for our bodies,
for our minds.
This is a recipe for disaster,
But disaster is inevitable.
The only solution is an outside force
And it’s inevitable.
How will we know
When it’s time to kill it dead?
How can we know
When we’re out of our heads?
How can we know?
We’ll never know
Until it’s too late
And our fate
is prearranged.
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10. |
twinkle twinkle
00:38
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You’re like a cigarette
But you never seem to hurt my lungs
My wardrobe is a funeral
But at least my lungs aren’t turning black
You’re like a windshield
Because you're always buggin’ me
You’re like "I love you"
Something I can’t quite understand
You’re like a hot sun
When I’m around you too long I go all red
You’re like a migraine
’Cause you always get into my head
I think I love you
Something I don’t want to admit
I wanna hug u
I’m tired of being in the thick of it
I need to know you
Wanna go to lunch with me today?
I tried to call you
But you were busy, and that's okay :))
You’re like a lone sock
who never thought it would find a match
I’m like a sweater
I’m way too big, but I keep you warm.
You’re like a coffee mug
that has a chip or two,
and maybe a stain.
’Cause you’ve seen some real shit
But you’re still the favorite all this time.
We’re like a warm hug
something you can never quite let go...
I think I love you
Something I don’t want to admit
I wanna hug u
Can we run away from all of it?
I need to know you
Stay up on the phone and talk 'til 3
I want to show you
Just exactly how much you mean to me <3
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12. |
bye bye
00:26
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Laurel Wagner Gainesville, Florida
young and growing musician who makes songs in her bedroom.
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