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Born Old
03:31
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It took us years to fail this far
the older we got the better we were
We walk around with pockets full of rocks
Marching on to the cracking of our broken backs
Believe me
Show mercy
Trust me when I say you’ll need it too
Believe me
Completely
Trust me when I say we’re selling our time away
Pretend that no one’s scratching at our door
Plans and wishes, tricks and clichés
Pretend that we have full control
Of what we say and do and don’t do
It’s true
It won’t matter in a few years’ time
So play along and pretend
It took us years to fail this far
the older we got the better we were
We walk around with pockets full of rocks
Marching on to the cracking of our broken backs
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Divorcee
03:19
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Marching down your former street
forgot what I was trying to say
I belong with the remains of the night that we survived
no excuse and no decorum
there was nothing we could do or say
Divorcee
Til you sway
Divorcee
Oppressive heat
Dear Sun, you’re not my friend
Another day in this hive, and I’ll give up again
We’d drink some chamomile to relax at 5 am
Repeating the mantra, still running around to survive this ride
Nothing we could do or say
Divorcee
Til you sway
Divorcee
I like to keep myself where it’s dark and cold
You know that I’ve got a thing for my own lows
You can’t keep running from your own mistakes
That’s what they say
Divorcee
I’ll distance myself
From the person I became
So if I’m not around
I’ll get back to you, but probably not today
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Scavenger Mantra
03:15
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For any further steps
Proceed with circumspection
Slowly let it settle down among
The layers of your vigilance
There’s no place safe
There’s no playin’ safe with regrets
Stop running
Out of skin
Where they can leave their marks
With what comes
Sustained with condescension
You’re bleeding out
What could’ve been
Sifting through with pockets full
Of scavenged aesthetics
Gusting at a lifeline burning out
In a time-lapse, anesthetizing notions
In between the morning lights
Good night,
Good nights.
With what comes out
Sustained with condescension
You’re bleeding out
Your every lie
While lashing out
Becomes your pride
You’re working up the courage
To say goodbye
You’re golden
Your golden god
Is crumbling mountains
So you can’t climb
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My Only Witness
04:56
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It's cracking through my dreams
And sometimes it seems
Like it's a game I've chosen
Knowing that I can beat myself
Mornings are mountains to climb
Evenings are oceans to drown in
I'll put a smile here and there
Like flags and ships to be forgotten
I severed the tendons
Already cut the bastard
But I recognize the smile
Broke it's neck, snapped it's spine
Failed to see that it could be mine
Tomorrow never comes today
Mornings are mountains
Evenings are oceans
Both stand between us
I made 'em that way
I do not feel ashamed
I'm too tired to bear the blame
Fear is our only option
I made it that way
I severed the tendons
Already cut the bastard
But I recognize the smile
Broke it's neck, snapped it's spine
Failed to see that it could be mine
Tomorrow never comes today
A world left to witness
That you'll be there
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