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The Dream Is Dead
02:52
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I was waiting for something to happen
waiting for life to fall in my lap
and live on your own terms as you are
It hasn't worked for me so far
And I can't sleep through the night, not anymore
And I survive on the crutches I hide, not anymore
Had all my hopes up and banked on what coulda' been
Living like kings, oh that's what we shoulda' been
"I'm going away, I don't care now" you said
That's when I knew that the dream it was dead
And I can't sleep through the night, not anymore
And I survive on the crutches I hide, not anymore
(You don't need me, you don't need me)
And my, seven years fly
And I can't sleep through the night anymore
You know, you make it harder
If my friends and I were all famous and slingin'
I can't really say what kind of song I'd be singin'
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Thought I was crawling my out
I got better, cleaned my life up,
dropped my selfish brand of doubt
Just like a dream, I bought into the foggy lies
All I found was disappointment when I opened up my eyes
(When I opened up my eyes)
Take it easy, not so fast
Some good things just never last
Should have known my darkest days aren't in the past
Begged the sky to save my soul
He glared down and whispered "No"
Tragedy's in love with me, I should have known
When they leave me out to dry
I fall back into my self-destructive habits 'til I die
I guess recovery takes time
I got worse but I don't blame you, I just wish I could rewind
(How I wish I could rewind)
Take it easy, not so fast
Some good things just never last
Should have known my darkest days aren't in the past
Begged the sky to save my soul
He glared down and whispered "No"
Tragedy's in love with me, I should have known
Tragedy's in love with me, I should have known
(Thought I was crawling my out)
Ran outside onto the torn and rubbled ground
There was hellfire raining down over my head
and my hometown
(Raining over my hometown)
Take it easy, not so fast
Some good things just never last
Should have known my darkest days aren't in the past
Begged the sky to save my soul
He glared down and whispered "No"
Tragedy's in love with me, I should have known
Tragedy's in love with me, I should have known
I should have known
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Windbreaker
02:59
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I was only getting lost to find her
Only crossed inside a fifth and a grinder
I miss the way it wasn't perfect at all
I miss the taste of secondhand alcohol
I get so desperate to find what I'm needing
Can't find my face that says "I drown when I'm leaving"
Even the best of friends don't lie by the candle
Holding my breath, I'm quick to fly off the handle
That brief mirage was summer fleeting forgotten
Now all I hear's the sound of wind slappin' autumn
Now all I hear's the sound of wind slappin' autumn
Always surrender, don't say we dont
Don't cry for me, I know you won't
All I want are thunderstorms
I'm bleeding to death
But I've no notches up my spinal cord
no scars on my neck
I'm stuck here waitin' on the season
'Cause summer traded treason
for the time of my life
Almost the time of my life
Now all I hear's the sound of wind slappin' autumn
Despite the miles we traveled, everything unraveled
Now all I hear's the sound of wind slappin' autumn
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Genevieve
03:38
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Genevieve, I'm leaving someday
I guess that everyone is
Away we'll carry before we're buried
I'll suffer for all that I did
And when I'm well enough
I'll know just what you're thinking of
Even if my hands stop shakin'
my heart would still be breakin'
Oh, not again
So an old friend said "How you doin'?
I haven't seen you around"
Guess I can't complain, I'm breathing
Guess I'm not in the ground
Genevieve, I believe I'm sliding
back to try it again
And when I'm well enough
I'll know just what you're thinking of
Even if my hands stop shakin'
my heart would still be breakin'
Oh, not again
We put too much weight
on our crumbling mental state
Got so caught up
on the assumption that we're fucked
It only seemed so strange
'cause being happy's such a change
Just seems so strange
'cause being happy's such a change
And when I'm well enough
I'll know just what you're thinking of
Even if my hands stop shakin'
my heart would still be breakin'
Oh, not again
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5. |
My Own Medicine
03:31
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You make me want to stop burning my bridges
Try for once to grab on to happiness
And I'm trying to change
I got so used to feeling miserable
I was blind to how inviting you were
And I'm dying to change
I missed out on you
just like I always do
And I'm trying not to do it again
I went without a heart for so many years
now I find I forgot how it feels
We tossed the shots and then you left me hangin'
Sort of tasted like my own medicine
And I'm sorry
I'd take a summer full of Saturdays
We'd stumble down familiar alley ways
making up for the time that we lost
letting life get in the way
I missed out on you
just like I always do
And I'm trying not to do it again
I went without a heart for so many years
now I find I forgot how it feels
'Cause I missed out on you
just like I always do
And I'm trying not to do it again
but it's my own medicine
This is how it feels on the edge of a needle
Dug my grave and carved my own name in
"Killed by life and my own damn medicine"
Killed by life and my own goddamn
Killed by life and my own damn medicine
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