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it's the way your Ma talked to you that's weighing on my mind
cuz I've been the kid eager to please but angry all the time
so, don't let it linger,
cuz mental real estate is at prime rates
and we've got no room for squatters
I can see your pretty fingers
are working themselves straight down to the bone and on the pulse of something that is dead, which I get.
I hate the way that you were brought up thinking that you were nothing
you're everything that's on my mind
the lights are always on you come home anytime.
take a beat. don't stand for too reactionary.
Cause weary travelers don't need an Inn that tries to warp their story.
I can see your pretty fingers are working themselves straight down to the bone and on the pulse of something that is dead, which I get
and everybody says that they hate it I know, but the saddest part of grief is when you let it go. we're magnetized to heartache; lose something. get nothing.
and everybody says that they're lost in the reeds, but we're all just gun-shy to what our heart straight needs.
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Hello Hellcat!
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met you in science class in 9th grade
those combat boots and your dyed hair
went separate ways and did our own things
now you're here after all these years
I know, that sitting downtown watching traffic, holding you
there ain't a girl who looks at me the way you do
walking back to my car I think we're of the few that could walk this path and make it back. My mind's already built a life with you...
I'm pop-punk soft, you're screams and blast beats
and somewhere in between we live
I don't know what you're seeing in me
you just deserve more than I can give.
I know that laying in my bed when I am holding you
there ain't a boy out there who loves you like I do
the light from the world outside's vague, we miss it's cue
lost in your green eyes and thighs and the way my mind always builds a life with you.
Fuck "wrong"
the path of least resistance has come and gone
GAME ON
to anyone that thinks that we're just having fun.
we've been uprooted in life to land here.
you're what I need, it's clear to me when you're near.
Stay Strong
your devil's here, let's burn it up and move on
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we were capsized, we were barely alive
when we washed up on the beach and our hearts met eyes
we were shipwrecked but we still had fight, when our whole crew fell apart
you were beautiful in a dangerous place
when I stumbled on my words to make it all feel safe
you gotta know you're a stronger swimmer than me and that's what's kept me alive
I just wanna tell you all the things that you might ever want to hear
to know the books that made you think
to hear the songs that made you cry
point out the line that caught your heart
show me the films that catch your eye
Cuz when I build, I only have one heart in mind
and when we speak, I want to devour you mind!
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Same Shit
02:56
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