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Nobody’s listening. I feel no body’s care.
Alone and unimportant. Heart sinks like the Estonia.
What’s happening to me? Can’t seem to understand.
Alone and unaware, but I begin to feel the muscle tear.
Sometimes I can’t feel anything at all.
Sometimes I feel just much too much.
Nobody’s listening. I don’t think I even care but;
I’m not alone and what’s important, I ain’t ever gonna feel this low again.
I finally can breathe.
Found friends that really care.
I’m not alone and what’s important, I ain’t ever gonna feel this low again.
This one’s for the broken-hearted.
Go ‘head and trace your steps to the place you started.
That’s not how it’s supposed to be.
It shouldn’t be so hard to be happy.
This one’s for the broken homes.
A place not safe when we’re always casting stones.
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Gaslights The Friction
02:17
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It’s hard to keep any stability when the ground is always shaking from beneath
I don’t want to fight, and it doesn’t matter who’s wrong and who’s right
Or who’s rooting on your side
I think I’ll think of better times
Don’t let me drown
I’m sick of wading around
I just want to feel a little peace
And I don’t want to see what’s 6 feet beneath me
Now I can’t see right in front of me
And the sun just always seems to set so quickly
Maybe the doctor’s right if I “take these at the same time every night”
I’ll have a better ride
It gets hard to live like this sometimes
Don’t let’s me drown
I’m sick of waiting around
I just want to feel a little peace
And I don’t want to see what’s 6 feet beneath me
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The Devil You Don't Know
02:40
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There has been far more better days
Just riding out the storm clouds and the waves
I’m still picking sand out of my teeth, but you get it
We’re checking out all the sights
Not just along for the ride
This year nearly buried me, but it unearthed who I want to be now
I wouldn’t call it luck, persistence and hard work that stuck
But I’m back from Hell again, still sweating
There has been far more better days
Can see through all the smoke now from the flames
I’m still so tired from the heat, but you get it
We’re checking out all the sights
Not just along for the ride
This year nearly buried me, but it unearthed who I want to be now
I wouldn’t call it fate it’s just not where I wanted to stay
I’m back from Hell again, still sweating
We won’t settle this time
There has been far more better days
They’re still not all better days, but you get it
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Intentional Heart
02:20
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I can never wait to see how something plays. When all I want is to see some change, through Hell again so things don’t stay this way.
Everything I’ve ever wanted, if you can go it alone you bet I got it.
But it’s no way to live a life.
Desperately trying to making this right.
I can’t sing another sad song / hang tight ‘cause it never lasts long
The darkest travels that you’ve ever witnessed. But then you see some light because time is distance
You don’t have to go it alone.
Take a step out of your comfort zone.
‘Cause it’s no way to live a life.
Desperately trying just to make things right.
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Couch Mode
02:41
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Say when:
Don’t be a distant memory
Don’t be a distant memory ‘cause we made too many to give them all up.
I’ve never been that good at letting go so maybe if you stayed than I could show, I’m sorry for the things I didn’t do.
There’s always things I want to say before I figure out a way to say them. Communication breakdown has me stranded here again.
Waiting for someone to pick me up.
Is it too late to give a fuck? We almost figured out a way to save it.
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Sticky Lifter
02:05
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You’re like a furnace blowing cold
A lukewarm shower with no soap
A dead end one way road
100% unpredictable
A neurosurgeon with no sleep
A skull house mattress with no sheets
I see you coming again, you always waste my time
I see you’re calling again, don’t waste my time
You can say sorry almost every day but they’re only words ‘cause you never change
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A Typecast Role
02:49
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I’m always waiting on the edge of the bed. And I’m always shaking because I can never shake what’s going on inside my head.
I wake up racing / I wake up wasting the day
How can anybody live so fucking tired?
My head’s not worth a shit, my heart’s checked out, and my guts are fucking liars.
I wake up racing / I wake up wasting the day
When all your days are just like a rainstorm on a summer afternoon
I can’t change a thing what does that mean for me?
I never know what I should do.
I never feel this wrong when I’m with you.
They only hear the words you say.
That’s all we ever can.
That’s all we ever get.
Until the very end.
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