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Anymore
02:36
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i don't write songs anymore
no i don't write songs anymore
i used to think them up
and then maybe write them down
but i don't write songs anymore
and i don't fall in love anymore
said i don't fall in love anymore
i used to see a face
and lose sense of time and space
but i don't fall in love anymore
and i don't need your pity
and i don't need you to think i'm pretty
and i don't need you to say i'm witty
no i don't need that anymore
i can't read books anymore
i can't read books anymore
used to buy them dozen
and devour them on the floor
but i can't read books anymore
so i don't dream of paris anymore
no i don't dream of paris anymore
the seine has gone all black now
so i'm never looking back now
oh i don't dream of paris anymore
and i don't need your pity
and i don't need you to think i'm pretty
oh i don't need you to say i'm witty
no i don't need that anymore
oh i don't need that anymore
and i don't feel homesick anymore
said i don't feel homesick anymore
read a letter from my sister
and goddamn do i miss her
but i don't feel homesick anymore
i don't write songs anymore
no i don't write songs anymore
i used to think them up
and then maybe write them down
but i don't write songs anymore
no i don't write songs anymore
i won't write songs anymore
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sing me a song that the sirens sang
when they pulled you onto the rocks
told stories of my roaring, of the old man
and maybe something to do with an albatross
but i am just what i am
and what i am can only be
the wide, the raging ocean
and the roiling, boiling sea
but i've been there before
turned into metaphors
by men who wish to understand
but they will never know
how i can be shallow
and be as deep and as vast as i am
i've drowned a million souls
boys much younger than you
who only wanted to go home
but that was something they'd never do
but i am not a vengeful god
and i am not a mistress scorned
i am just water and salt
and the place where you were all born
but no-
i've been there before
turned into metaphors
by men who wish to understand
but they will never know
how i can be shallow
and be as deep and as vast as i am
i have great beauty inside of me
and there's monsters as well, to spare
but they are essential. they are the key
to the horrible beauty that i can share
and i've capsized ships as large yours
oh, i've rewritten countless maps
through gale-force winds
all of those storms
i've drawn down bodies
with my salty hands
but wait-
i've been there before
turned into metaphors
by men who wish to understand
but they will never know
how i can be shallow
and be as deep and as vast as i am
oh, i've been there before
turned into metaphors
by men who wish to understand
sing me a song that the sirens sang
how i am vast i am
oh sing me a song that the sirens sang
how i am vast as i am
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keep your head up
02:55
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you’re a special kinda person
who I think is more than worth
all the time; here’s a rhyme for you.
all the little errors and the
mistakes that just swim forever
in your mind
just let ‘em go, ‘cause you gotta know
that when the doubt fades away
you’ll grow taller every day
I’d write it in a letter
but saying it in song is better
keep your head up, be kind, and be brave.
you’ve always had your hand
in honey pots, and frying pans
keeping time. and some petty crimes.
every bathroom that you’ve hid in
at parties where you just don’t fit in
might seem nice
but give it a chance
if they ask you to dance
and when the doubt fades away
you will feel lighter day by day.
i told you on the phone
but I’ll sing it to you back at home:
keep your head up, be kind, and be brave.
when I think of all the greatness
you perform, even your graceless
turns of phrase, I’m proud to say
that I love and am loved by you,
I brought this song to the campfire
so we can sing.
pour us a drink, our glasses can clink
and when the night turns to day
the sun can wash the stars away
you know we counted them already
and now our hearts don’t feel so heavy
keep your head up, be kind and be brave
it’s worth repeating, so just let me say:
keep your head up, be kind, and be brave
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oh no i'm drunk again
02:12
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oh no i'm drunk again
i was never scared of becoming my father, i should have been
i've been trying so hard to fight my way back in
to the boxes that i burned when i shed my second skin
maybe the truth is
i'm afraid to be known, so stay mysterious
but then you're all alone
i guess that where my comfort zone is
is that too heavy, is it too late?
i lose track of time i'm sorry
turn the light out when you leave
and we'll talk in the morning
why yes hello again
can we not talk about the things that i said after all that gin
it's been a strange day with all the remembering
of the ways i made a mess of everything
please don't humour me
i know i get nervous around all this company
but what's the purpose of having anxiety?
at least about this. it just seems like a waste of me
is that too heavy for a lunch date?
i'm in my head too much these days
let's split the bill and say goodbye
i promise i'll be better next time.
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