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Coming to Terms
03:24
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Your words flow from sharpened tongues and bite through paper walls.
Blending in with these cold hardwood floors.
We whispered the truths we'd always feared.
And we drowned inside the "could-have-been"s
And I'm lost inside of 4 A.M.
And I can't let you be another face in the crowd.
Remembering nights entwined on fold-out beds,
Bring me back to when these four walls were all that ever mattered,
Where we could live without consequence.
And we drowned inside the "could-have-been"s
And I'm lost inside of 4 A.M.
And I can't let you be another face in the crowd.
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Break me, like the ice beneath your feet.
The water's not that deep but you still seem to sink.
It's cold and it's shallow, just like you'll always be.
Hiding resentment behind clenched teeth.
You're holding your grudges like that bottle of Jack,
trying to forget about the things you lack.
So hold on to the past like a lifeboat out at sea
And let your regrets finally pull you underneath
We'll say goodbye to our old friends
we'll say goodbye to the anchor
don't drag me down again
And the boys you attract aren't the kind you want to meet.
But I guess that they're all better than me.
You'll take them home, so you won't be alone.
But nothing they can ever do will make you feel whole.
So hold on to the past like a lifeboat out at sea
And let your regrets finally pull you underneath
We'll say goodbye to our old friends
we'll say goodbye to the anchor
don't drag me down again
So hold on to the past like a lifeboat out at sea
And let your regrets finally pull you underneath
We'll say goodbye to our old friends
we'll say goodbye to the anchor
don't drag me down again
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3. |
Montgomery and Broad
04:01
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We burned away those Autumn nights inside your sisters apartment.
We wasted the best of us on whispers and warm embraces.
Do you remember that weekend in the city,
Or the year we spent in love?
I'm left with remnants of old photographs,
torn drawings and ticket stubs.
The mix CD's you made for me still play inside my head.
God damn the nights we never slept,
I wish I could forget.
We clung to that unsteady future with trembling hands.
Now I walk these cold city streets without you.
Heaven knows it's not the same.
Do you remember that weekend in the city,
Or the year we spent in love?
I'm left with remnants of old photographs,
torn drawings and ticket stubs.
The mix CD's you made for me still play inside my head.
God damn the nights we never slept,
I wish I could forget.
I hope you think of me with every single step.
Because I'm the cracks in the pavement,
I'm the dirt on your shoes.
I'll always be second best.
I hope you think of me with every single step.
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4. |
To Whom it May Concern
02:06
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Forget everything,
Because none if it ever seemed to mean anything.
And do me a favor, don't apologize.
Because you can't say "I'm sorry" for selling what you advertised.
It's my fault anyway.
I drowned in my own sea of trouble and all of the shitty mistakes that I made.
But here's some words that I managed to string together,
And you can give them your own meaning.
Because I'm tired of begging and pleading for you to just wait another second and hear me out.
But you won't lend me your ears because you swear that there's nothing to talk about.
Fuck these feelings, I'm tired of being this hopeless.
But all the words caught in my throat never really gave me the chance to tell you this.
It's your fault anyway,
But I know that you don't care.
Because you're not one to impress,
and I can see that you're upset.
So I'll settle for your brown eyes and the blank stares.
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Hackensack's Finest
02:49
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I learned a lot about life this year.
I learned that some people will never change.
I know now who my real friends are.
And I wish that you could say the same.
I've scrawled the worst parts of being alone on this empty bus,
and I can't help but to regret those summer nights.
"What happened to us?"
And I can't help but think that it's way too cold for Spring.
And these grey April skies aren't very promising.
Do you remember what it's like to feel happy?
I spend most nights hiding behind these stupid lines.
Just promise you won't forget me.
You won't find much pity in your selfish friends,
or that cigarette lit with shaking hands.
Just don't forget who I am.
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