1. |
Edge
03:07
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Sick in my bed
I’m better off dead
In this town of Portsmouth
At my all time low
Where should I go?
Where should I leave?
This same fucking question has kept bugging me
My heart has always stayed true
My regrets doubtingly bloomed
Thoughts take me nowhere
Empty minds stay true
Living is just an asset
For finding the truth
Thoughts take me nowhere
Empty minds stay true
Living is just an asset
For finding the truth
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2. |
Dungeon, No Trial
02:28
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Kicking it back
Summer '013
I never left my house
Until the clock hit three
You were always on my mind
From the most recent point in my life
And I've never made it this far
I've only made it to second base
And life crumbles before your eyes
You've got to take what it gives you
I'm only trying to play modern baseball
Not american football
And don't give me a reason
To left me hate on you
And I'll try to play nice
So you'll notice me too
I'm only trying to play modern baseball
Not american football
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3. |
Brunch
01:48
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Ellie go grab your bags
We're leaving this lost town
For the hope of California
No need to ask questions why
Live long and proud
Don't oversize the emotions
Thrown towards you
I'm nearly seventeen
Only twenty miles to the edge of town
Lusting for time you know the end is quite near
Gun shots from across the park I hear in my head
Red said stories leave my face in a dead expression
I regret nothing!
I live for everything!
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4. |
Skeleton
02:28
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This is what I deserve
The feeling of misery and hopelessness
Better find a way to stay quiet
This is what I should get
Missing pages from the book about completion
I just wanna read you like a professor
I'm falling into the cracks of creases
I just hope you don't walk over my dark thoughts claiming your name
But you had to kick me to the curb
I hope you enjoyed soccer practice
You might as well put a gun up to my head
Maybe all I need is rest
Too much sleep is making me create dreams
We were holding hands and having happy thoughts
Years went by and you were trying to tattoo your name
Into my Brain
I hate your guts
For always saying
You loved me
But Maybe
If you reach into my skeleton
Maybe you can find something worth holding on to
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5. |
Cracked
00:55
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These chains are broken beyond repair
No time to start connecting to real life
Shards of glass inside feet
I can't walk anymore
There's a brick wall in my path
No one's here to help me break it down
Everyone's starting to laugh at me
My paranoia's starting to feel a bit lonely
Well at least we have each other
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6. |
In The Afternoon
04:21
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What a surprise, I feast my eyes on pictures of you
You haven't touched my thoughts with your seemingly flirty words
I don't wanna touch the sky, we carve X's into your bed
We can talk all night about how we fucking hate our lives
I don't wanna scare you off, with my fish hat and my goofy socks
I probably think about you 200 times a day
I feel stupid but feel great, let's get tight like shoelace
I'm double knotting, that's a yes to your pretty face
I get flustered
But I have time
I don't wanna lose it
It has my mind
But maybe if you notice
I wouldn't feel so hopeless
Let's kill off the distance
We can run in the afternoon
Now you see me, now you don't
I just grabbed the T.V. remote
Watching shows but I'm blurred by you
By you and you're so far away
You comfort me as I self-loath
But you're not right down the road
Let me show you how I feel
I get flustered
But I have time
I don't wanna lose it
It has my mind
But maybe if you notice
I wouldn't feel so hopeless
Let's kill off the distance
We can run in the afternoon
Somebody should tell us…right at the start of our lives…that we are dying. Then we might live to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows. ~Michael Landon
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Fortune Cookie Records Portsmouth, New Hampshire
Slowly growing record company out of Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Founded by Max Grazier.
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