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Catching Up
03:47
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I don’t want to know the last time I saw you without feeling far from home. Can’t remember when everything seemed like it was gonna be alright and, honestly, I couldn’t even care. I let myself go. I thought I’d let you know. And all those things from before: they don’t matter to me now. ‘Cause I am drunk enough, and high, tonight, and I think I might die. I don’t wanna feel it. I can’t help but see it: the fire and the sickness in myself. I’m terrified as hell. You fucked me up so bad. I think I let myself go.
I thought I’d let you know.
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03:58
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I can’t fuck without thinking about you with me. “Just grow up,” I tell myself. To forget ‘we,’ I get numb in the backseat of The Bakery. My gums and tongue and thoughts are free.
My mom’s feet swell. My dad’s dying. I can’t sleep well, my best friend’s crying and I don’t want to go back home. ‘Cause you’re there when you’re not there and I swear that you don’t care and I can’t do what I want. Never get what I want. What I want: it’s fucked up. Yeah, I’m fucked up. Man, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m happy that you’re not alone. You’re not alone. I’m not alone but I’m hung up. A slash in my lungs. I was almost there. Now I wait for you. Do you think this is fair to me, to him, or to anyone else? If it is for yourself, how could you tell me, now, that it’s not right for me to forget loving you? That you love me, too? Do you miss me?
Angry? I’m not, in any way. Convinced myself that you would stay. Yeah, it’s not your fault I fall. You are my best friend, that’s all. For that, I need to go away and take some time. It’s not about what makes you, what hurts you, anymore.
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With You
03:38
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Conversation.
The words you had, they meant everything. Now I can’t stop me. Reminiscing, hand in hand. I’m scared to say “I know you love me. You love me back again.” I was trying to stop the way I loved you then. Now I hope, too much, that we’ll come back again. Will we be back again? Will we come back again? Could we come back again? Now I worry the songs I sing, the melodies, they burn me. A scapegoat to say what I’m thinking when I’m with you, but now we’ve spilled it all. I am afraid I’m not afraid. I am afraid that I’m not afraid.
Time will tell.
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Stained Sheets
02:23
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puked stained sheets laid underneath me when i was seventeen. i was trying to do the right thing.
can we break this part of us meeting? no, you’re not alone. so where do you want to go? so what do you want to know?
i was seventeen and breaking. i thought it was the right thing: a handful of pills and a bottle to kill me. i was trying to do the right thing. i thought it was the right thing
i’m twenty, now, and breaking. i’m just trying to do the right thing.
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I don’t want to know the last time I saw you without feeling far from home. Can’t remember when everything seemed like it was gonna be alright and, honestly, I couldn’t even care. I let myself go. I thought I’d let you know. And all those things from before: they don’t matter to me now. ‘Cause I am drunk enough, and high, tonight, and I think I might die. I don’t wanna feel it. I can’t help but see it: the fire and the sickness in myself. I’m terrified as hell. You fucked me up so bad. I think I let myself go.
I thought I’d let you know.
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