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Capes
02:29
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Eight months, I'm afraid to say, is way too much for people's taste.
Your system's fucked, I'll pretend not to care.
Quietly, while my ears ring, this waste of space you chose to lead, will drag us down; you've got no sympathy.
Humbled by the way you choose to come back from that place you're used to.
I almost woke up angry, and I'm sorry that I'm lazy.
Anxiety's got no give, but I'm trying to save the world.
Now I've got something I've been dying to say for three whole weeks, but it's been a day:
Your time is up, you'll be gone when I'm done.
Sincerity will have its way, this house will bleed, make no mistake- a crime the size of your famed ability.
Humbled by the way you choose to come back from that place you're used to.
i almost fell down walking, and I'm sorry this is crazy.
My right leg's acting up, and now I'm trying to save us all, but I've got all the time in the world.
All the time in the world. Convenience as it seems to be, destroys the one thing we all need;
So high above their heads I can't take all the time in the world.
All the time in the world. Constrictions on communities, the terror that your people bring;
So high above their heads, I can't look down.
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Hey, why do they call it the garden state?
If I can't ever see these trees, just long roads and filthy skies.
The sun in my eyes isn't so far behind, yet somehow you wish it was real.
You're living this self fulfilled life, and you can't even see straight, so move on without me.
Escape your fake near end, cause soon you'll be gone and, I won't have to listen to you when you say:
But if I get home next week, I know you'll be there and will I see you, on tuesday?
And then while my car breaks down, will you try to find me? I hope I'll find you soon.
I think I might see a few signs to lead us back where I belong.
This road might be tough, and I know, I think you've got this mapped out all wrong.
And it gets hard to find that one thing, that will keep you on your feet.
A simple progression that I know, it's always there to set me
Free from all this, and I'm free from my life, now I'm running, I'm running, and running far away.
But don't turn back around, I swear I won't be there next time; isn't that what you'd call even?
But if I get home next week, I hope you'll be there but will you look for me, this tuesday?
And then while my car breaks down, will you try to avoid me? I hope I don't, find you soon.
Can't quite understand why it's so hard for you to look me in the eye,
Admit you're wrong, come down from there, and just move on
Cause when I get back next month, I know you won't be able to find me, til sunday.
I hope you're stuck on some dark road, maybe buried in a ditch; Cause I won't, need you soon.
Can't stop thinking about this future, when you know it's so far
To hell with what lies ahead, I'm sure you'll be fine alive or dead
So take your eyes off this dark highway for a minute, and you'll see
This so called life of yours is meaningless, I'm thinking without me
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In/Out
02:47
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Breathe deep, when it's the only thing left to do
A swift kick to the gut and now I'm feeling black and blue
Knee deep, treading water to stay alive
Face down in the mud left to rot, sinking twice this time, it's fine, I'm:
Stuck with the feeling that you're still trapped inside
We're dead next to our bodies, and I'm sure you'll survive
But where's my-
Trapped in a city and you're all out of time
I can't stand feeling useless, and I'm sure you'll be fine
But where's my spine?
Burnt out, in trouble, freaking out on you
My car is lodged in snow again, I'm covered in sweat
With one more freeze up, a superficial panic, now I'm screwed
Lost within this bag of bones, we're shaking inside, no future to hide, oh fine, now you're:
Stuck with the feeling that you're still trapped inside
We're dead next to our bodies, and I'm sure you'll survive
But where's my-
Trapped in a city and you're all out of time
I can't stand feeling useless, and I'm sure you'll be fine
But where's my spine?
First felt the weight of my head, it's breaking my neck, too fast to let go
Can't help but shut down inside, I lie to myself, yeah, I'm feeling alright
Thought that I wouldn't mind, being left behind, I'm not much in control
Thought that I wouldn't mind, being in and out of light, did someone try to warn me?
Stuck with the feeling that you're still trapped inside
We're dead next to our bodies, and I'm sure you'll survive
But where's my-
Trapped in a city and you're all out of time
I can't stand feeling useless, and I'm sure you'll be fine
But where's my spine? Left behind.
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4. |
Retreat
03:04
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Conflict of my expectation, excuse me from a world,
where nothing feels the same to me, and I don't go unheard.
In crowded spaces we relate to failure in the form
Of head rush until I'm sick, and now I know I'm not alone.
So let's drive into the ocean, and then try my way through the rain.
Our best guess will take us to nowhere, in four degree weather.
Or would you ever: hold me back while I collapse, as my sight starts to fade.
But I watched you get taken with my lungs set to cave in.
They lock us in a quiet space with walls covered in gray to bring us down,
Just please allow the use of my memory.
I can't say if you'll miss me, but I say let's keep in touch
I'm falling down, I'm in the ground, and sure shit out of luck.
I can't wait 'til you see me, and I'm sure they're watching us;
But what else when the snow melts and we're all gone?
So let's drive into the ocean, and then try my way through the rain.
Our best guess will take us to nowhere, in four degree weather, [take cover for a change].
So let's drive inches from oceans, and then try our way through the haze.
My best shot will find the middle of nowhere, I know that it's somewhere.
I can't say if you'll miss me, but I say let's keep in touch.
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