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Younger Ways
03:00
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Would you believe me if I said,
I've been lying to you since we first met?
I wish I had the guts to tell you sooner,
but my stomach hasn't settled yet.
Can the fluid in my lungs quench the thirst for respiration?
Because I just want to give you my last breath.
Will the apologies you made ease you through the gates of heaven?
That's the only thing more permanent than death.
I tried to be a man of faith,
but I'm starting to rethink my younger ways.
Carve your story out in stained glass,
make sure you follow the right path.
I never thought of it like that.
I tried to be a man of faith,
but I'm starting to rethink my younger ways.
Carve your story out in stained glass,
make sure you follow the right path.
How could you be so selfish to leave me so young,
in a room full of grimace you were the first smile I found.
Things were better with you around.
Your face is a ghost, your name is a relic,
your laugh is a waveform I wish I'd written down.
You were the silver lining to every cloud.
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Pavement
03:04
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Pushing more than just my luck this time,
I fucked up once before, it took me too long to figure out
Take your words from my mouth,
there's nothing you can do to help me now.
There's nothing you can do to help me now.
I'm not asking for anything, at least not anymore,
but when I'm standing at your door, let me in.
Traces of what made us still linger on the hard wooden floor,
I don't think I've ever cried like this before.
I don't even think I blinked, the entire drive to you,
lost focus watching the signs reflect, retract and subdue.
I don't think I even laughed, until we faded away,
got so tangled up in everything, everything gets in the way.
I'm not asking for anything, at least not anymore,
But when I'm standing at your door, let me in.
Traces of what made us still linger on the hard wooden floor,
I don't think I've ever cried like this before.
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Ella
02:39
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The less I sleep, the easier it is to tip me over,
the edge that I've been standing on for weeks.
I'm weak, I'm chasing; anything if it means that I'll be happy,
but there's always nothing left for me.
The more I pace, the harder it is to picture,
what you would think of the man that I've become.
I won't tell Mum, that I cried about you yesterday.
It'll only make her do the same.
My chance to hold your hand is gone. Taken sooner than you should've been.
I used to pray to you every night. I still hear your voice sometimes.
The wires that link my heart to brain, I find they don't communicate anymore.
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Warm Hands, Cold Heart
04:05
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Put my body in decline,
recently the curtains close but don’t cover up the light;
& I guess that’s why,
I’ve been cleaning up the words I spilled tonight.
Almost broken, feeling stagnant, seldom useful, always honest.
Well I guess that’s why we clicked so well back then.
Why don’t you punch my face, break my jaw?
Maybe then i’ll keep my mouth shut.
You were all I had back then.
So if you’re struggling to make a fist,
you’re blood runs cold when you start to remember.
All the things that I could never give to you.
I could never give to you.
My voice was not the only thing I lost this year,
I’m losing my grip on what I used to hold closer than anything.
Do you remember how we were? How we used to be?
How long did it take to forget me?
Why don’t you punch my face, break my jaw?
Maybe then i’ll keep my mouth shut.
You were all I had back then.
So if you’re struggling to make a fist,
you’re blood runs cold when you start to remember.
All the things that I could never give to you.
I could never give to you.
We played on train tracks so now i’m scared of headlights.
On my drives back, passing cars are all too bright.
Would you even recognise me if you passed me on the road?
I thought we were getting distant but we were just getting old.
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