1. |
(don't) let me go
03:07
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i try i try
to rationalise
i try to see through the past's eyes
and then i think i'm going crazy
'cause i had years of compromise
back when we said we would try
and i know it shouldn't faze me
but when you think you're in love
and it turns out you didn't know
oh you think you're in love
but you're just holding on tight, begging please don't
don't
let me go
don't let me go
i sigh, you sigh
wasn't it great?
i played it cool, and you liked the chase
and i thought nothing could save me
and we spent time, we shared our air
and to me it seemed like you really did care
didn't know that you could play me
but when you think you're in love
and it turns out you didn't know
oh you think you're in love
but you're just holding on tight, begging please don't
don't
let me go
don't let me go
when did it stop being perfect? when did it stop being worth it?
when did i get so weak
crying in the driveway, thinking
don't let me
when did it stop being perfect? when did i stop being worth it?
when did i get so weak
crying in the driveway, thinking
don't let me
don't
let me go
don't let me go
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2. |
cut my hair short
03:07
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she's got a book in her hand
i haven't read one in months
the words all melt down the page but it's ok
she's got her head on straight
i think i had one once
everything looks sideways these days
and when i look at her i think of who i could be
i think of someone happy with grace
she doesn't take shit, not from the wrong places
could launch a thousand ships with that face
should i cut my hair short,
wear black no more
be kinder to the strangers on the train
move like water
a better son, daughter
anticipate the blow but not the pain
when i think of my love
i think of how it kills me
feeling chewed up, spat out, mayday
but then i think of her love
and it fills and spills me
overflowing like a lake in a hurricane
she's a thousand degrees
she's roaring fireplace
leaving ashes all over the mosaic
keep talking slow
the lights from the street
feed my dreams like my bad days
should i cut my hair short
wear black no more
be kinder to the few friends that'll last
chase the red dawn, put pins in all my bad thoughts
remember that you can't change the past
should i cut my hair short,
wear black no more
be kinder to the strangers on the train
move like water
a better son, daughter
anticipate the blow but not the pain
should i cut my hair short,
wear black no more
be kinder to the strangers on the train
should i move like water
a better son, daughter
anticipate the blow but not the pain
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3. |
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i always thought this river would run clear
and i'd be happy, maybe, here
and i have always fought against the merciless fears
that i can't control
but they live in my house
and they like to make their way around
and they live where i live
and they take what i give
and they grow when they're fed
til they consume me instead
i found my friends on pages
in mouths of babes, and
i heard my name from those busy street corners
when will i hear a hymn or a choir sing for me?
maybe when i'm dead
but even then it's like
i don't know
so i call my father on the phone
but he's not home
or he won't answer
it's kinda like being young again
when everything is hard
i never thought it would be easy
but then again i never thought i'd get this far
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4. |
everything's changed
03:13
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here we go
having a difficult conversation
bout how the light it seems is fading
we’ve got our lives, we gotta take it
and here I am
tryna stay calm again
out in the rain
cradle the pain the palm of my open hand
and the trees blow in the wind
scatter leaves like your good intentions
i drive home and everything's changed
february's cold, what a shame
keeping cool
tryna have difficult conversations
alone in my room, on my own planet
window's open, the sky's blue, i'm like damnit
aching less every day bruises turn like sunsets
you don’t think of me, not like this
in your head I’m probably still a mess
oh the rain poured all damn day
memories of us wash away
i drive home, thinking I’ve changed
what a year, what a shame
you’re doing well, me a little less
but it isn’t hell and i'm better dressed
i’ve started trying hard to say yes to things
don’t think I can recall your face
i sleep alone, i take up space
singing songs it used to hurt to sing
and the trees blow in the wind
scatter leaves, like my good intentions
i drive home
and everything’s changed
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5. |
hindsight
03:46
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we have got a little time
we have got a little time
to make things right
but i suppose it all makes sense in hindsight
the way we keep our secrets close
wear our lies like change of clothes for each season
and i like staying unknown,
guess i'll always be alone for good reason
earth is damp under my feet as we walk in the dawn light
everything tends to taste sweet in hindsight
the pain of late nights, too much coffee
god forbid you think you know me
that's not fun
got a lot of shit to work through
god forbid i ever hurt you
never, not even once
felled in the open, felled like a tree
maybe not what we were hoping for,
but it's what we need
and it grows in my chest
planted like a seed
there was time
there is time, there is time to be happy
there is time
there is time
there is time
there is time to be happy
there is time
there is time
there is time
there is time to be happy
we have got a little time
we have got a little time
to make things right
but i suppose it all makes sense in hindsight
the way we keep our secrets close
wear our lies like change of clothes for each season
and i like staying unknown,
guess i'll always be alone for good reason
there is time
there is time
there is time
there is time to be happy
there is time
there is time
there is time
there is time to be happy
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