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Maybe
04:16
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Maybe there’s some truth along the way
I’ve got some angry words to say but I won’t say them
Maybe there’s some lying left to do
Did I ever lie to you? Can we not go there?
Oh , can we not go?
How did we not know?
Maybe it’s all bigger than we think
Can we stop and let it sink a little deeper
Maybe it’s all turning on it’s head
I cannot regret a single thing
How do we not know
How can we let go
Oh, when you say no
That’s helping me let go
Maybe its a little bit to real
Did i ever make you feel like you were nothing
Maybe there's still voices in my head
This is such a big bed
And I don't regret
A single thing
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2. |
Colder
04:40
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It's colder than I thought it would be,
I'm underdressed again
You're older than I
thought you should be
that's called an
observation
How long have you been looking at me?
I could blame my mother I'm all about her
I feel like I could blame you
but then the question so persistent begs
what the fuck would that do?
How long have you been staring at me, have I been that out of it?
I just need one new car battery and I'll be right over, kid
How long have you been, where have I been?
Uppers in the attic, benzos in the basement
I don't wanna clean house
I'm not really an addict, tell the mirror in amazement yeah-
whatever you gotta tell yourself
How long have you been looking at me, have I been that out of it?
I just need to re-write the internet, I'll be right over kid
Nobody forced my hand
There was no gun to my head
Nobody placed their bets
Like, nobody said I bet you can't
Yeah, I bet you can't
Not again, no
How long have you been looking at me?
(How long have you been looking at me)
I think I'm into it (I think I'm into it)
How long have you been staring at me?
(How long have you been staring at me)
I think I'm into it (I think I'm into it)
How long have you been looking at me?
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3. |
Fire
05:55
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I knew that you, weren’t allowed on my radar
Listen, no one is saying this all you
I did my best, mind my business, keep my distance
Listen, no one is saying this is not true
(but it’s not true)
I knew that you were bound by a label
A label that did not sit well with you
I came to depend on you my friend
O, I did so well with you
I knew the fire was hot, but I wanted to touch
I knew desire was not what we needed but fuck it
I knew the fire was hot, and I wanted to taste it
And that if we had a shot, we’d probably waste it
You’re taking up so much precious space in me
Facing me doesn’t have to be this hard
You’re shaking up all my precious energy
Chasing me was all you ever wanted
You knew that I was flighty and loud
Listen no one is saying you didn’t know
I thought you were safe, a place to rest my head
All I wanted to do was kick my feet up with you
I was waiting for you
I knew the fire was hot, and I wanted to touch
I knew desire was not what we needed but fuck it
I knew the fire was hot, and I wanted to taste it
And that if we had a shot, we’d probably waste it
And now you got it
And you don’t want it
Oh my god I’ve never been on this side of it
Now you got it
And you don’t want it
Oh my god I never thought I’d be on this side of it
I’m so sorry
I knew the fire hot
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4. |
Neil Armstrong
04:29
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I came out
to clear my head
got into it with you instead
and I know you didn't follow me, I know this is all on me
you're giving me the third degree from three towns down
I can't read my own writing
or you when we're fighting
I'm done trying I feel like dying the tree's don't ask me why I'm crying
but you can
It's the
same old story that I'm inhabiting
I've been picking up real bad habits
same old body that I've been living in
same old song I'm trying to sing it
my my my, my patience wearing thin
same old mirror that I've been staring in
same old god that I believe in but
O my god I might be leaving, said
O my god I might be leaving
Came out here
to work it out
I can't be held responsible for the words that come out of my mouth
I know I'm not a looker, I might've mistook her
but I'm pretty sure I kicked a hooker out of our bed
cause you're a big man
I can't read my own writing
I can't read you when we're fighting
I'm done dying I feel like trying the tree's don't ask me why I'm crying
but you can
cause you're a big man
It's the
same old story that I'm inhabiting
I've been picking up real bad habits
same old body that I've been living in
same old song I'm trying to sing it
my my my, my patients wearing thin
same old mirror that I've been staring in
same old god that I believe in but
O my god I might be leaving, said
O my god I might be leaving
In the morning, I won't be here
Neil Armstrong
I'll be moving on
I'll be so far gone
and I was never broken, so why'd you try to fix me?
Like a stolen song
I'll be moving on
I'll be so far gone
and I was never broken, so why'd you try to fix me?
It's the
same old spot that I've been itching
and the same old shot that I've been missing
same old compliment I'm fishing and the same old
ass that I've been kissing
my my my, my patients wearing thin
same old mirror that I've been staring in
same old god that I believe in but
O my god I might be leaving
O my god I might be leaving
O my god I might be leaving
O my god I might be leaving
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Wiarda Vancouver, British Columbia
Vulnerable in front a screaming crowd or not at all.
Music out of East Van, BC.
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