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Epitaphs
02:45
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I didn't come here to talk about dying
but lately, it's all that I've been thinking about
I'm starting to think that my father was right
about where you're going and where you've been
I was born the same year that man said
it's better to burn out than fade away
the thing I found about burning out
an easy fix doesn't hold the wood
so write my epitaphs in black
raise a glass, to never coming back
'cos I'm a ship destined to wreck
I'm a ship destined to wreck
and every time I get that sinking feeling
that everything I worked for was for nothing
to the last beating heart
beating hearts in 4/4 time.
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2. |
Kerouac on Minimum Wage
02:56
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I think that I'm losing my hair, I think I'm losing my goddamn mind
I can't really take another week here, skulking home in the dead of night
I wanna live like Kerouac, I wanna die like Dillinger
put a bullet in my brain or send me west to me it's all the same
Don't waste your breath on me
save your prayers for something sincere
This is how we live when we ain't really living
this is how it feels when the wheels ain't spinning
cursing Christmas lights as we welcome another year
another year of just scraping by
as the cold morning air fills my lungs I take a breath and I leave the door
for a day of haemorrhaging self-respect, leaves me with little but apathy
aching limbs and dried up lips and what bloodshot eyes won't give away
I'll drink away another long year and keep making money for millionaires
just to start it all again
I don't know if I can do this again
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3. |
Forever The Pessimist
03:14
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It gets like this at night, it's all overdue
my pretence for happiness will be the death of me
switchblade eyes dressed to the nines are all staring at me
I can't see a way out, so I'm calling in sick
Dreaming about losing teeth, shaking eyes wide
every four in the morning, you'll know where to find me
I can't stop staring at my phone, all these blue lights
it's just another symptom of perpetual distraction
nothing scares me like the future, nothing scares me quite like me
when I've been drinking. I don't see this getting better
forever the pessimist, forever the pessimist
it doesn't take a genius to see, the problem is me
I dig my heels in, I won't deal with these habits
slowly erode myself away, 'till there's nothing but
and imprint on the bedsheets, and I'll be nowhere to be seen
nothing scares me like the future, nothing scares me quite like me
when I've been drinking. I don't see this getting better
forever the pessimist, forever the pessimist
it's hard to know where you stand when you're stood on shaky ground
it's hard to see the whites of your eyes for all of the red
it's hard to trust your judgement when it no longer trusts you
it's hard to build something when all you build is
nothing scares me like the future, nothing scares me quite like me
when I've been drinking and all this is going nowhere, will we ever find the time to get this of the ground
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4. |
Static
03:55
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I've had a fuzzy brain, ever since November
I've been skin and bones as long as I can remember
if this is all collapses, I'll shake like a tree in a hurricane
if this all relapses I'll know nothing but shame
it doesn't' feel so familiar
it don't react well with grief
how I long to feel similar but I walk around this city like a ghost
I'm tired of feeling older
than all of my years
and this panic I'm feeling can't just sum up my fears
room is spinning brains erratic
feel like I'm fading into static
fade away
if the nerves in my brain, count down and explode
I can't help but feel like, I feel like I'm gonna explode
I've always been breathing, but I can't breathe the air
how could a wreck of a life fall, fall into just such disrepair
room is spinning brains erratic
feel like I'm fading into static
fade away
I'm shaking staring at this screen, I'm tired of feeling so fucking strange
and I'm not well enough to make any real changes
'cos all I wanted was to feel something now all I feel is nothing
all I feel is empty
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5. |
Community
04:23
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You traded in your youth, for a penchant of pride, a lack of vulnerability and a crooked smile
and these words count for nothing, and these days pass me by, all these tired cliches and you can see it in their eyes
as the road rises to meet me, the flood of red lights, I’m reminded of something greater, than you or I
something built before us, by calloused hands,broken tools and foiled plans
Do you still believe, in Community? believe in something bigger?
I’m trying to see, past my shaky hands, my nervous disposition
set fire to all I know, my white flag is flying, let it all go, with the evening wind
And i think I lost my way, in airport panics, mixed currencies, cos all I do is worry these days
Do you still believe, in Community? believe in something bigger?
I’m trying to see, past my shaky hands, my nervous disposition
And these lights flash down dark roads
illuminates where this ain’t easy anymore
and on the pavement,
there are these words,
it ain’t been this bad for quite some time
Do you still believe, in Community? believe in something bigger?
I’m trying to see, past my shaky hands, my nervous disposition
Always trying to be, always trying to build, something out of nothing
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6. |
Out For Blood
03:52
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Its a sorry state, it's so far from won
it don't make it easy, all I wanna do
is cut and run
all these bitter ends, all these leftover words
my inner monologue of self-doubt
strangles me
maybe next year, maybe never
maybe next year I'll be better
and able to watch my mouth
I traded my currency of
walking when the going gets tough
I'm out of here
you treat your friends like a crutch and never let it go
If you're out for blood then come and get some
If you're out for blood then come and get some
If this year's taught me anything its how evil people can be
If you're out for blood then come and get some
If you're out for blood then come and get some
if you bring the lighter fluid i'll bring something to make a spark
and we'll burn it down
You had your points to prove, you had war to declare
you had the knife twisting in the flesh
I'm a glutton for punishment
now I'm running down the platform into the early morning sun
I got nowhere to hide
'cos I can't share the air and I won't even try
If you're out for blood then come and get some
If you're out for blood then come and get some
If this year's taught me anything its how evil people can be
If you're out for blood then come and get some
If you're out for blood then come and get some
if you bring the lighter fluid I'll bring something to make a spark
and we'll burn it down
if this year's taught me anything at all..
You gotta burn it down to the ground
you always had to draw this out of me
you never gave me anywhere to hide
you're always there in my unsettled mind
you always had to draw this out of me
you never gave me anywhere to hide
I think its time we put some distance in, between you and I
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7. |
Worry In The Walls
03:56
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Broadcast my uncertainty, I'm losing my head again
Circling drains through an empty frequency
the city is hungry and coughing up blood
with aching limbs, we take pills to quiet the night
And all the nights I spent,
tracing the cracks in the walls
leads to little dissent
there's worry in the walls
Will we ever find the money, to live half a life?
all this work to live to work beats it out of me
I can't keep up with the pace, they wanna bleed just a little more blood
I'm losing ground in this war inside my mind
And all the nights I spent,
tracing the cracks in the walls
leads to little dissent
there's worry in the walls
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8. |
The Distance Between
04:09
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Midnight rolled around, to run you dry
Words without wisdom, no signs of life
And you can knock here, but nobodies home
You can knock all night, until your knuckles are bones
Its the distance between
You can get lost in all of these songs
But it ain’t a good time, to find your way back now
And i’m all out of escape plans
Just a little whiskey and a couple codeine
For the distance between
I can’t keep walking around like this ain’t so far from me
I can’t keep walking around like a skeleton waiting to bleed
Nothing left to bleed
We can ditch all these mundane routines
We can light up what weighs you down with kerosene
And close up the distance between
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In the space between the storm and the sea, is where you’ll find my weary eyes
In this habit i’ve found in wasting time, ever since I met my worst
Haunting streetlights remain my reminder of all that I’ve left behind
Left me broken and blue, down on my knees,
For what keeps me alive is slowly killing me, what keeps me alive kills me
If we make it out by morning we might be alright
All attempts to stop the bleeding are bleeding me dry
Perpetual fates are like blue warning lights
Home is wherever you happen to be tonight
Drawing lines in the sand where my castles they fall
I’ve been stretched so thin I see no light at all
So lets roar like lions, and be resolute
And try to remember our fortitude
Let's try to remember our fortitude
If we make it out by morning we might be alright
All attempts to stop the bleeding are bleeding me dry
Perpetual fates are like blue warning lights
Home is wherever you happen to be tonight
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