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resin
04:21
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i sleep in mirrors and in walls
a resonation of my innocence before
and now im drowning in this cell
a sense of hatred and anxiety befell
well
things have gotten so much worse these days
i dont know why im not afraid
once more louder for the times we couldnt stand up straight all night
and those shoulders hands and knees and feet benevolence that wouldnt let us die
well i look forward to the nights were up late
screaming at the sky
with open hearts and open eyes our mediocrity will become sighs
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i grew up on rooftops above the alleyways caked in dismay
and through bad intentions i dont think i ever learned how to behave
cause im pessimistic antisocial loud mouthed, hell i barely even bathe
but thats all the fault of my neurosis laziness and constant daze
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well my integrity is frayed
and all my poems - all of these words are in vain
you fell in love with my mistakes
now you dont know how much more of them that you can take
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and im afraid.
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2. |
im insane
04:07
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your light shines entirely different than mine
im bathed in self loathing
theres vomit on clothing
im sure your mom will have to wash.
your sun sets the opposite direction of west
these buildings are sighing
these walls are all tired
this city never seems to rest.
and im just as indignant as i am this arrogant
i fuck myself over whenever my tongue slips
but im not insane
im not insane
or maybe its just a lapse of my mind i guess that
it happens so often its all my times consumed with
im not insane
im not insane
well its all just the same my aspiration my apprehensions
always kept me away from all those things i wish i did
but thats ok
im still afraid
im sorry im so self indulged this narcissist inside my skull
condemns my care for others and my gratitude and love for you
i know thats no way
to convince you to stay
and singing about neurosis never once made this shit go away
if anything it comes back stronger like a once dull sharpened blade
reminds me of only
being so lonely
well i cant take criticism well or authority ill be in hell
someday ill sing to a devils sonnet with a runny nose and holes in my pockets
all filled
with reluctance in some form of bill
your mood lulls your current of pushes and pulls
youre retired from feeling
hesitant of breathing
you watch as i self destruct.
and we both knew id never find myself in beauty
and my anxiety wont justify my apathy
cause im so insane
im so insane
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3. |
heartbreak song
03:42
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it seems i left my heart in your throat
the last time that we spoke
i guess things never really change.
since then my hearts been racing
and when i wake my heads starts aching
things have gotten worse by the day.
im not sure if im dying
or if im living
if im lying
about the way my heartbreaks when i hear your name
cause remedy's no more than coping
to a shitty existance
and lack of hoping
that youll wake up to another lonely day
so i gave up on that.
and sadness fucked me over one more time
i guess its never gonna end
its never gonna end
makes up for my lack of intention
and my desperation for your attention
while im waiting for this fucking world to end.
-chorus-
and i will wait for your awkard slang
to break down these walls of disdain
and after hours sharing small talk in
an empty building in may
well i feel more and more nauseous
the more i try to explain
im dressed in my own mistakes
as your heart files its list of complaints
cause loves a reaction chain.
my tongues laced in riddled cliches
and rude poetry and these days
im not sure if im even awake
cause im dizzy and im tired
and all of my words are expired
from overuse and your disinterested intake
and all i have's myself to blame
again
-chorus-
and i dont know why im even trying
but i cant try not to care
-chorus-
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Anarcho Annie Los Angeles, California
dreams too big to fit my own two shoes
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