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Trying Times
04:55
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Trying Times.
There’s a mess waiting for me down the street. I think I might go.
I’m already wrecked, more drinks wont fix it, but it might though.
I should call a cab but fuck waiting I ‘ll just drive slow.
I guess getting my fix is worth hurting people I don’t know.
Oh and its trying times like these, showing my lack of growth.
I know it looks bad but I can’t control when I can’t say no.
Yeah I can’t say no.
Online off pictures we’re fun.
In pictures life is beautiful.
Inside we’re tried and not trying.
Angry at a life we made, and we can change, we can change,
I’m afraid we can change.
Oh and its trying times like these, showing my lack of growth.
I know it looks bad but I can’t control when I can’t say no.
Yeah I can’t say no.
So pour me more and so I won’t “poor me” more.
I’ll finish everything you can’t
I’ll finish everything you can’t and more
Nothing is a celebration all of the time here.
So therapist can hold her breath. Cut the shit. I’ll cut your check. I know I’m sick.
“Life just doesn’t feel right when I’m sober and myself”
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2. |
Vietnam
03:16
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Vietnam
I told you I was Vietnam
You should have never got involved
Now you’re dripping wet
You’re drenched in sweat
In a jungle you’re so…
You’re so far from home.
Oh you’re so starved now?
Well, eat your words down to every vowel.
I know you hear the howling wild
The louder the sounds grow, the more alone you are.
And You are.
Here you never see the clouds form
When it rains, it rains for you.
Poor you. Poor you.
“Please take me back home!” (poor you)
No its not what I signed up for.
No, It’s not what I thought.
I made a mistake.
And now Im AFRAID
“Girl i’m a landmine. I’m not napalm. I’m not sticking to shit.
Where’s the crowd now? Where’d they all go?
Where’s your friends’ love? Downtown Chicago?
Our Bad Calls these Bad talks, we’re bad love. We’re meaner than we want.
Now look at me,
I’m a wreck,
I’m a mess.
Just like when you found me.
And I find it kinda funny that I’m hurting but I keep on numbing.
I believe things can get better,
I’ve seen them getting better
just pretend I never met her.
I can do better.
I don’t think that I need her.
Oh no, I know now I need her.
Im defeated and exhausted,
Jon says drink this but he’s the lostest.
Now I’m drunk and lonely.
This songs fucking nonsense
My love is Vietnam.
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3. |
Glasshouse
04:31
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GLASSHOUSE
I’m throwing only bricks at the ceiling of a glass house,
Sipping sins, blaspheming with this churched mouth.
Don’t ask me how a coward got this far,
As far as I can see it seems like looks go a long way.
Way to go! You’ve got a way with getting far.
You’re starting this again?
Remarking on your self again?
useless excuses, are fluent I abuse them.
It’s the “fuck up” in my blood,
it was my mom’s fault she was young in love.
Now look at my awesome thoughts,
These awful shots at God,
If he was there he’d stop this song. . .
call it praying or call it pleading either way you’re down on your knees.
I’m throwing only bricks at the ceiling of a glass house,
Sipping sins, blaspheming with this churched mouth.
Don’t ask me how a coward got this far,
As far as I can see it seems like looks go a long way.
Way to go! You’ve got a way with getting far.
And how far have I gone?
From where, where I started from?
I can still see my old house from here.
I can still see myself and my old ways.
I’ll never live it up, never let it down, let go.
Its like I can’t breath, when I have so much I have to say
Its like I cant see, When there is so many things in front of me.
Some people never give in,
Some times you never get what you give.
What a life to live in,
a lie in all these stories I was told
I don’t think I-’ll ever get it
I don’t think I’ll get what it means
Its all guess or a question
There is always something missing.
All I know is clinging to life isn’t living
So I’m throwing only bricks.
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I'm Good
03:47
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I'm Good.
I said some shit again.
I got some laughter in.
I’m good.
Woke up with less some friends.
They’re running thin.
I’m good. Yeah. Fuck em.
I know that I’m good.
It’s fine stay calm my friends.
I’ve got this wreck under control.
I’m good.
That was a one –time deal .
Its less frequent than it seems I’m good.
I know I’m good.
I was brought up better.
My mother taught me better
She said im good.
Its not me. Its you.
My god I told you I’m good.
Its you its not me. I’m good.
I’m not good.
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6. |
Los Angeles
02:39
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Los Angeles
We are . Lost in los angeles .
We don’t care.
Almost all my friends are here.
Were not all there.
What now?
What next?
Did we ever even try?
Or were we just so tired?
So tired.
Whats coursing through our blood?
Whos brewing in our veins?
What’s with the anger?
Our taste so bitter?
Was it lack of attention?
Was it the one that got away?
So what?!
Look How far we’ve gone.
Lost in Los Angeles I know there’s still hope
Being this lost doesn’t mean
It’s a lost cause… Just so you know…
We get lost.
We get found
We get up
Cause we all fall down
I’m sorry for the yelling,
Cussing,
Im sorry I bad mouthed your God
Sorry for the lying.
Drinking and Driving
All the drugs, empty love
Two faced hugs.
Sorry to my all exes…
This is Not what you expected…
Sorry to my parents…
They’ll get it. It will make some sense.
One day. Some day . I’ll figure it out.
One day.
Someday. Watch.
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