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I swear I'm still the same person
So please, just insist that I've changed
Because I can't take the thought of these years wasted
Staying the same
(Staying the same)
I've told desperate stories and I've found out where home is
And I've always been one for forgiveness
But the past I fell for, it felt distant and morbid
But sometimes you get so alone
That it just makes sense
It just makes sense
You get so alone
That it just makes sense
So let go of the smoke in your lungs
And let me breathe it in
It's just a matter of how the venom travels
I know I deserve to be the destination
These ghost towns, they're filled with scarecrows
Possessed by scattered by pieces of a past
I think I'd like to forget
I gave my confessions
Fell short of acceptance to them
Ever since they've been walking the halls in my head
And I don't have the guts to tell them to leave
Because what if they're the one and only thing
Making me a better man since it all fell apart at the seams
Well, it just made sense
It just made sense
I got so alone
That it just made sense
So let go of the smoke in your lungs
And let me breathe it in
It's just a matter of how the venom travels
I know I deserve to be the destination
Because I've broken more than I could ever hope to fix
So let go of the smoke in your lungs
And let me breathe it in
Just let me breathe it in
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It's almost funny how many songs I've written about
Never learning to leave good enough alone
Always wait for better weather or a perfect storm
(I think I'll just stay home)
I'm getting more comfortable with cutting my own hair
I guess I'm starting to trust myself again
Maybe next time I won't bury my birthday
Thinking I'll finally be worth it next year
I spent years saving happiness in a bag torn to shreds
I spent years saving happiness for a rainy day
But it's been raining since I left
I wished upon a Boeing 737 headed for Tenerife
And look where that got me
What if the promised land is an arid desert where nothing ever grows?
'Cause it's been grey and cold back home all year
I wished upon a Boeing 737 headed for Tenerife
And look where that got me
What if the promised land is an arid desert where nothing ever grows?
It's been so fucking cold back home all year
I spent years saving happiness in a bag torn to shreds
I spent years saving happiness for a rainy day
But it's been raining since I left
Blegh
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Hey man, I'm sorry, but what's your name again?
I've got no short term memory
Head's filled up with shit I wish I could forget
I feel like last words are the only break I'll ever get
From this obsession
Needing a hundred second chances
And playing this back over and over again
I keep being reminded that I should forgive and forget
But I've got the best memory and the guiltiest conscience of anyone I have ever met
The sight of you is the smell of gasoline
Swear like a sailor that you won't leave again
When I light the match
And tell you who I am vs who I've been
And when things are going too well
I obsess over when they weren't
There's familiarity in the thought of drowning
I've been suffocating in my skin
Since I started growing
I thought the weight tied to my neck
Was just growing up for a while
Then I found out it wasn't normal
And the fucking devil on my shoulder cracked a smile
He cracked a smile
With him at the helm my sinking ship caught fire
And I came up with all these reasons
I was an awful person
But you said I've been awful to myself
I keep being reminded that I should forgive and forget
But I've got the best memory and the guiltiest conscience of anyone I have ever met
The sight of you is the smell of gasoline
Swear like a sailor that you won't leave again
When I light the match
And tell you who I am vs who I've been
Who I've been
i keep being reminded that i should forgive and forget
but I've got the best memory and the guiltiest conscience of anyone i have ever met
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Driving past that one house
The balconies stack like novels I keep meaning to read
You make me feel like a fraud
If I was braver or dumber
I might say I love you for it
I'll try to figure out
What it is about the word love that makes my eyes well up with tears
My mask start to fall apart and split
And when a metaphor meets real life
I can't tell if that makes it better or worse
The narcissist in the back of my head insists
I'm not hopeless, I'm cursed
Time zones are just small scale astrology
And I'll sleep when I find a quieter chest
I'm a mess
But I'll look up to Polaris
And hope we'll see the same constellations in time
And time zones are the oceans between us
Set sail to the center, catch a moment
And I'll get lost at sea
Treasure hunting wont do much to find me
But get a wreck washed up on shore
And we can get some sleep
I know you know I do this
But you always said you don't pay attention to lyrics
So I wonder if you'll ever know that this one's about you
And I know it's a cliche to point out cliches
As some gesture at self awareness
So is it ironic that all I ever wanted to say
Is "you have really pretty eyes"
And my anxiety jumps teams between calling me
A coward and a nuisance
Overthinking every seasonal first word
Time zones are just small scale astrology
And I'll sleep when I find a quieter chest
I'm a mess
But I'll look up to Polaris
And hope we'll see the same constellations in time
And time zones are the oceans between us
Set sail to the center, catch a moment
And I'll get lost at sea
Treasure hunting wont do much to find me
But get a wreck washed up on shore
And we can get some sleep
You're moving up north in 2 months
We might never see each other again
I spent so long waiting for the future
That I forgot to make it happen
Effort is vulnerability
I've got the unfortunate condition of having
A heavy heart with no spine to support it
(Why's it even so fucking important?)
I'm sorry for the confusion
The awkward silences
The space
And what makes all this talk about
Distance and oceans and stars so pathetic
Is that, at least for now, you're only a few steps away
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Daylight peeking through the windows
The night wind waves goodbye
While the dying moon still lingers
In the mourning sky
And we haven't slept or taken care of
This mess that we call life
But for once the devil on my shoulder's
Bitter, lonely from last night
We'll sit on tops of dunes
Like castle hills
Like kings and queens
We'll watch as the sun sets
Over this endless northern sea
Well, it's beautiful and terrifying
And everything life is
And I wouldn't trade a thing for this
Daylight making its way out
We stand out on the coast
Getting lost in the nostalgia
Of songs we wish we wrote
There's a peace in the panic
The senseless poetry on the walls
Maybe the eye of the storm
Isn't that bad of a place after all
We'll sit on tops of dunes
Like castle hills
Like kings and queens
We'll watch as the sun sets
Over this endless northern sea
Well, it's beautiful and terrifying
And everything life is
And I wouldn't trade a thing for this
And you said
All we are is the dust of stars
Impractical inventions
These nights live for the autopsies
On our past selves we call introspection
About how all these years, they changed us
In anything but name
But I guess the lone moon in broad daylight
It just doesn't shine the same
We'll sit on tops of dunes
Like castle hills
Like kings and queens
We'll watch as the sun sets
Over this endless northern sea
Well, it's beautiful and terrifying
And everything life is
And I wouldn't trade a thing for this
No, I wouldn't trade a thing for this
No, I wouldn't trade a thing for this
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I'm not good enough to call myself a perfectionist
Without admitting I'm sad all the time
Well, do you want to talk about how ourselves in past tense
Ruin everything we want out of life?
And every year we seem to find more to regret
Everyone, a potential ghost
And there's enough of them walking the halls in my head
I've figured out what I miss the most
Is some fucking space
(A little piece of emptiness)
And as the world spins on its axis
We're stranded on the road
Starry nights in the middle of nowhere
You might call it home
But these ghost towns don't scare us
Anymore
Well, do we get old too fast
Or grow up too slow?
I wasted half of sixteen denying the present
And the other denying the past
And I told myself
To grow up is to fall in love with everything you've lost
The things you'll never get back
That it hurts when you come to realise
It's about everything you can't undo or forget
And we kneel and pray
For the good old days
When we didn't have a past to regret
But I'm so tired
(of running from myself)
And as the world spins on its axis
We're stranded on the road
Starry nights in the middle of nowhere
You might call it home
But these ghost towns don't scare us
Anymore
Well, do we get old too fast
Or grow up too slow?
I'm starting to stop holding my conscience hostage
And living in dead memories
And what if the promised land is an arid desert
Where, unchained from what made you, you're free?
I'm starting to stop holding my conscience hostage
And living in dead memories
And what if the promised land is an arid desert
Where, unchained from what made you, you're free?
I'm starting to stop holding my conscience hostage
And living in dead memories
And what if the promised land is an arid desert
Where, unchained from what made you, you're free?
I'm starting to stop holding my conscience hostage
And living in dead memories
And what if the promised land is an arid desert
Where, unchained from what made you, you're free?
And as the world spins on its axis
(So let go of the smoke in your lungs)
We're stranded on the road
Starry nights in the middle of nowhere
(It's been grey and cold)
You might call it home
But these ghost towns don't scare us
(When I light the match)
Anymore
(We can get some sleep)
Well, do we get old too fast
(I wouldn't trade a thing for this)
Or grow up too slow?
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