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No Brains, No Headache
03:24
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I've been fighting to make sense
Of a long few years, grinding gears
Hoping for the best but I was still bitter from fucked up happenstance
It's harder to forgive than to just forget
It's harder to forgive than just forget
I won't waste my breath, my chest is empty as it is
Wearing down on me with everything I do
I never thought it through
I should have seen it coming
I back burned all the warnings
I never thought it through
I never thought it through
John said to take it easy
And it would help to clear my head
But anxiety had it out for me and I seemed to let it win
I guess that's added damage when your heart lives in the past
And I've been telling everyone old stories,
Trying to make our memories last
I've been broken, I've been down from tossing it around in my head again and again
But I won't waste my breath
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2. |
Hollowed Out Hearts
03:48
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I spent the winter far from home
On the the back bench in the freezing cold
Distant, but not alone; I'm letting go
I'm letting go
To carry on in this madness I'm crashing my head into the stereo
Dragging myself through the verses, lifting the curses
Helping to keep me afloat
So don't tell me that I was never meant for this
I don't believe in fate, just the moves you make
And standing still won't bring you a damn thing
I spent the winter far from home
On the the back bench in the freezing cold
Distant, but not alone; I'm letting go
I'm letting go
I had some burdens I've been working on for the last couple months or so
I go to sleep with these demons yelling and screaming, bartering for my soul
“Get a grip” is what they said to me, “Start acting your goddamn age”
All I saw was their cobwebs, their hollowed out hearts,
And a reason to run away
It's been so desolate and empty here like everybody wanted to disappear
And I can't say that I blame them: I've been running for the last 2 years
And I never said it was easy
I never said it was easy, all I said was we would get this right
Well maybe not tonight, but I'm hoping we can figure it out in time
I never said it was simple never said that I’d live a perfect life
But just trust me now when I'm telling you, I'm telling you
I'll be alright
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3. |
My Bad
01:04
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I've had a long fucking day,
I'm sorry for the way that I was acting
I've been buried in stress here lately
I could use a distraction
Something to take me away
And clear my head from this dark space
‘cause I go through each day angry and I wake up nightly
From reoccurring nightmares
Of ending up standing still and fractious
From a life half lived and doubted
It's sickening, it scares me
I've had a long fucking day
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Picture Frame Eyes
03:09
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Burning hours away watching 90’s reruns ’til 4 o'clock in the morning
I've been so inconsistent and mildly vicious
My nerves have been struck without warning
And this isn't me
I just need to get some sleep
I can't believe you got me so awkwardly talking to myself again in the night
By the TV light
I’m staring down picture frame eyes
I keep racking my brain with excuses to help with the passing of time
I was just so resistant to changing or missing my chances to break from the line
If you could only see the hang-ups
The heartbreak and bang-ups
And bruises on my knuckles tonight
Well, maybe it would change your mind
Maybe I could sleep tonight
I miss the springtime rain
From that patio swing where we planned our escape
Where our silhouettes bounced off the bonfire flames
I miss the springtime rain
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5. |
It's All Part Of It
02:43
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Have you ever heard the sound of a breaking heart?
Have you ever had your world get ripped apart?
It's worse when you saw it coming from the start
But I was doing my best to hold myself together in this consequential weather
And I never should have let it get this far
I knew that from the start
I'll make mistakes that I've seen made
I'm growing up here constantly
At times I think I'll never find my way
But these memories will never fade
Fuck-ups, faults, and vanities
I'd like to think they made me who I am today
I've been counting down the seconds 'til I'm following the pavement
To your front porch where I let my hoodie lay
And I hope it keeps you warm as you stare out at the city
I've been wondering if you still think of me
I hope you feel the same
They say what breaks us makes us who we are
So I'm walking home with battle scars
They say what breaks us makes us who we are
I knew that from the start
I'll make mistakes constantly
At times I think I'll never find my way
But these memories will never fade
I'd like to think they made me who I am today
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