1. |
No Feeling
04:22
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I see you and you want me
To use you baby
I’ve been sleeping better
Because of you
Please make my world spin
I can’t feel a thing
Knock me off my feet
Make my ears ring
Rid me of this feeling
Cure me of my anxiety
Give me numbness, no feeling
Cure me of my anxiety
I get you and you treat me
To coughing fits
I get lost in this haze
Take me away
Bottled up but
In my mind
Keeping me safe
All the time
Rid me of this feeling
Cure me of my anxiety
Give me numbness, no feelings
Cure me of my anxiety
Bottled up but
In my mind
Keeping me safe
All the time
Rid me of this feeling
Cure me of my anxiety
Give me numbness, no feeling
Cure me of my anxiety
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2. |
Quiet Living
04:07
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Run away for a week
Tell my family all I can do is speak
Over the phone, through pictures
I forgot to send last night
Comfort comes with a metal cap
My shaking hands can’t hold this glass
So we’ll move out to your parent’s yard
And I’ll smoke a few cigars until I get sick
Living underground
Making little sound
Slowly getting comfortable
With this dull shade of gray
Confine me
To this bed
Sleep on
Cracked floors
Locked inside for months on end
Left to myself and my head
I’ll dream about the next time I will
See your face again
The wind was strong the day I left
No drive to give you all my best
I’m numb to the discomfort from the
Breathing down my spine
Living underground
Making little sound
Slowly getting comfortable
With this dull shade of gray
Confine me
To this bed
Sleep on
Cracked floors
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3. |
Cloud Envy
03:49
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It was the summer
I’d watch you float
Away from me
Spent my days dreaming
Of your embrace
I can’t see anything
Glass in my skin
And callused hands
I don’t move gracefully
I want to be lifted
Off of my feet
Taken by the breeze
You were just the thinnest white cloud calling out for me
Telling me that I am not where I’m supposed to be
Wearing my soles down
In this routine
Though I tread carefully
Touching the ceiling
I didn’t think
This space could feel so small
I can’t stand this
Bitter pill
I’d choke down every day
I need some love
I need peace
Please lift me off my feet
You were just the thinnest white cloud calling out for me
Telling me that I am not where I’m supposed to be
Waste away so many years, oh I’m weathered and beat
In hopes of getting paid some checks that ain’t that sweet
And I follow you
Lost in this haze
And I follow you
Losing track of days
You were just the thinnest white cloud calling out for me
Telling me that I am not where I’m supposed to be
Waste away so many years, oh I’m weathered and beat
In hopes of getting paid some checks that ain’t that sweet
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4. |
Casting Shadows
03:39
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Waste this precious time
But I still sleep through morning light
Float beneath the surface
Swim after every sound I hear
All night
Still stuck here
Craving something new
Searching for you
Stable state of mind
Waiting for you
Lie awake at night
These ghosts in my dreams
Are they still chasing after me
Rise when the sun’s high
Relieve the pressure on my skull
Stuck to me
Searching for you
Stable state of mind
Waiting for you
Lie awake at night
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5. |
Blood Orange
03:12
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When I ain’t home
I know you’ll miss me
I can tell, you laugh
When you’re uneasy
Pour the blood of oranges
Into my juice
Into yours too
So your world ain’t so blue
For now..
Out suns will set hours apart
Shouldn’t cloud your mind too long
It’s what I need
I’ll make you see
Is it strange
I don’t feel, it’s not real pain
In your eyes, raging waves
Between us
Somber songs and endless calls
Won’t fill the empty space
I’ll be leaving
Don’t you forget me
Hit you up at six or so
Voices low, it won’t be long
Till the next time
That you’ll see me
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