1. |
Statuette
03:07
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I wish I could petrify you like wood
and turn you into a stone statuette
so when I self destruct
and flames come knocking on our windowsills
my ashes will accompany the wind
and you will stand strong through the holocaust
as I sink like sand in an hourglass
as I sink like sand in an hourglass
and we're running out of time
can I petrify you, any faster, my dear?
The smoke is starting to thicken.
The smoke is starting to thicken.
and when all the exits are closed,
and the vapor steals our vision
you can be my northern star
and your eyes can be my lantern
lead me away, my statuette
my lungs are losing feeling.
lead me away, my statuette
my lungs are losing feeling.
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2. |
Sail
05:23
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We drank the nectar of your promises,
as our house built of stones collapsed
and as things were getting better, you said
"oh well, they won't last"
and you burned a picture into my mind
worth more than a thousand words
yeah, I'm starting to feel it
but I don't know if I want it
I'm so comfortable alone
breaking all those promises
and we're all so hopeless,
i already dug my grave
my tombstone was marked
my initials carved in.
scribbled down on a paper,
scratched in some old pavement,
the scars on your wrist,
in the poems about your hatred,
i guess i was never what you needed
i guess you left me long before you told me
you were leaving
but, the bottles can whisper your words,
and the smoke can burn like your lips,
and fingernails on my back can make up
for the lust i had reserved
with your name etched on the top
like that box of pictures in my bedroom
and the music was playing
on that old station
and the vinyls were scratched,
and refused to play
i guess thats the end of you
yeah, i guess thats the end of you.
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Flying away, such a sweet escape,
lets fly into the sun,
I'm burning to die.
And we can glide past the clouds,
past the angels,
far past hell,
past all the failures we've come to know,
so well, like our own shadows,
stalking us blow after blow.
But tell me my love, will you love me a thousand miles away?
with roadblocks on every street,
and our egos standing in the way?
Tell me, will you bleed like my pen
for the chance to see me self destruct
with no blood on your hands?
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4. |
Blacked Out
03:11
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Walking around with a craving to spill
all these memories i tried to drown
but they float as i sink
like those long summer years i slept alone
i blacked out in school, and nobody noticed
my teachers graded missing papers
scavenging to find the source
of these failing marks
i burned out what i held so dear
now my heart beats so unclear
like my vision on a lonely night
or far away stars, too dim to shine
and I've got worries like i left
but i refuse to care
when you get so high
coming down is your only fear
yeah, momma gave me the world
she never thought i would throw it away,
like this, so easily,
just to burn a few hours
and some glass too hot to touch
but cool enough to love
Yeah, momma gave me the world
but i just don't care...
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5. |
Coming Snow
04:06
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There's this girl I know
That feels like the coming snow
Leaving me cold and alone
Driving off cliffs and outside of roads
Yeah, there's this girl I know
She promised to never let me go
And I'm stuck in this hospital bed
Asking you why you let me take all that
Yeah, you called me selfish
Because I only care about my loathing
But I Don't give a Damn,
I don't give a damn about anything
I'm gonna take all my sadness and bury it
Even if it takes me six feet under
Yeah, I'm just gonna bury it all
Along with all those old dreams I had
To make you all proud and let our name be known.
But then there's you....
The coming snow.
The ice leading me off the road.
The parachute that never opened.
The plane flying too low,
Into everything we've ever known
There's you
The coming snow.
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6. |
Bloom
03:58
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we're the kids you said would grow up to bloom,
But needles and heartaches can block out the sunshine
As we live our lives, sat down in chairs
Being taught lessons that we've broken long before,
they water you down with rules
til' your drowning yourself in bathrooms
we're the kids you said would grow up to bloom
Before the world withered away our petals
Were the kids you said would grow up to bloom
Before we fell of our pedestals
But here we all are, clawing our way through every day, yet they're all the same.
As I'm living the life of the boy who lives not to leave.
Yeah, this boredom drowns everything
I can't even sleep without dreaming of dying
My days consist of lying and misery
But whose to blame atsept the man in the mirror
Whose to blame but the man in the mirror
When there's a crack don't look my way
Yeah we're the kids you said would grow up to bloom
Before the world withered away our petals
Were the kids you said would grow up to bloom
Before we fell off our pedestals
I'm giving up
I'm giving up
I'm giving up
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7. |
Rose
02:24
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You think you know me better then myself?
I'm just like the sun; I burnt myself out.
You followed the trail, I blew it away.
I'm just so distant, yeah, so afar away.
And if you're trying to find me,
I left long ago.
I packed up all of this sadness,
and blew it all.
And if you're trying to find me,
I left long ago.
I packed up all of this baggage,
and I let it all go.
If I'm a wave, then you're an ocean
slamming me into the shore.
When my heart was at its purest,
you were the drugs in my veins,
you got me high and you left me so dry.
And if you're trying to find me,
I left long ago.
I packed up all of this sadness, and blew it all.
And if you're trying to find me,
I left long ago.
I packed up all of this baggage,
and I let it all go.
If I'm a rose, you cut yourself up,
you pulled away my petals,
and now I'm all gone.
You're bleeding but still
proceeding to poison me
you're the venom
that drowns me so easily
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