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Biscayne Bay
02:35
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Short of breath again, with ground down teeth
I’ve lost weight again this week
You said you’d never lie to me, but the silence
Told more lies than you would ever speak
I never thought I’d let myself get this weak
I fucked it once before and I know that you’ll say
That we can’t change, but I’m changing everyday
And when he leaves you’ll come back
Walking through that door with my anxiety
Dragging right behind you on the floor
And I know you said you’re sorry
And I know that you still miss me
But I don’t think that you can see that you’re the reason
I still can’t seem to stand on my own two feet
Photo albums take me back, memories of the year
I never needed anyone’s company but my own
Now it’s like I can’t even spend a minute alone
I fucked it once before and I know that you’ll say
That we can’t change, but I’m changing everyday
And when he leaves you’ll come back
Walking through that door with my anxiety
Dragging right behind you on the floor
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Dead Weight
02:42
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Another morning in this frantic state
Feeling like nothing but a dead weight
The tension builds inside this brain everyday
I’ve run from just about everything in my life
And the words don’t fall from this tongue like they used to
You left me with the fear of waking up without you
I put this body through hell for the best part of a year
And these hands are worn down from bathroom walls
And all of your unanswered calls
You’ve been leaving tracks in the back of my mind
Running circles around me again
You’ll always miss him more than
You could ever miss me
It’s tearing me apart
I’ve still got dirt on my knees
From digging myself up from this mess
That you left me beneath
I put this body through hell for the best part of a year
And these hands are worn down from bathroom walls
And all of your unanswered calls
Trying to find my way home
I don’t know why your path is the one that my feet fall on
But I’ve been waiting for far too long
You led me to nothing but these cold nights alone
I put this body through hell for the best part of a year
And these hands are worn down from bathroom walls
I thought I’d made my way home
But these hole-worn shoes have wound up on your path again
I hope you know that
You left me with the fear of waking up without you
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Lost Souls
03:21
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Nights of broken sleep with the wrong people in my dreams
Last night I woke up to the sound of myself
Trying to figure out what all this means
I didn’t find a damn thing
I’m begging and pleading for some consistency
Just an inkling of stability
My half-lit headlights are making it hard to see a thing
On this drive home
We’re all lost souls trying to find a way to happiness
It might be tough to drag yourself up and away
From the mess you’ve made
It’s easy to complain about the hand that you’ve been dealt
But you know that you’re the only one to blame
The world never owed you anything
I always thought I had it figured out
That sincerity was the way I’d end up
With the life I wanted
But twenty-three years on my hands have never felt so empty
The promises I let myself believe keep
Slipping from my grasp
We’re all lost souls trying to find a way to happiness
It might be tough to drag yourself up
And away from the mess you’ve made
It’s easy to complain about the hand that you’ve been dealt
But you know that you’re the only one to blame
The world never owed you anything
I’m sleep deprived
Looking for anything to calm my racing mind
Most of these nights
It feels like I won’t make it to the morning
We’re all lost souls trying to find a way to happiness
It might be tough to drag yourself up
And away from the mess you’ve made
It’s easy to complain about the hand that you’ve been dealt
But you know that you’re the only one to blame
The world never owed you anything
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