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Jovi
03:01
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Six pages deep
I’m still recounting all my thoughts about you
I’ll write them down I’ll struggle to fight this sleep
‘Cause I don’t want to wake up here again without you
Take me back to nights in my room
Take me back a year, a month, a week
Eight pages Deep
It shouldn’t feel this bad to breathe in our room
The air’s the same so why am I struggling
To take it in - your letter’s daunting
A few things are missing from our closet
I’ll keep my distance - I won’t say a thing
Ruin the surprise again, and tell a friend
A secret you were s’posed to hold for me
You’re everything I’m wanting
And, poke fun at my expense, and laugh again
An inside Joke - a moment meant to keep
The feeling that we’re floating
So tell me what you’re missing
Tell me everything you need
I miss those conversations and the silent sense of ease
I’m holding onto words that we left broken at your feet
So tell me what I’ll missing tell me everything you need
Ten pages deep
Taking a break from boxing mem’ries of you to write about the ways I played it safe
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Shade
02:21
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And, your stares will take me back to the basement floor
(And, your stares will take me back to the basement floor)
Can you play this with me all night?
Can you play this with me all night?
In a lapse of mem’ry forget where we were
(In a lapse of mem’ry forget where we were)
Can you repeat yourself one more time?
Can you repeat yourself one more time?
And, I don’t know what to say
I’m stuck in a distant haze
And, your eyes are a different shade
A drink a hit another again
A drink a hit another again
I spilled my pills right down the drain again, but I swear it was an accident
And, I don’t know what to say
I’m stuck in a distant haze
And, everything I think to say just echoes in this headspace
And, I don’t know what to say
I’m stuck in a distant haze
And, your eyes are a different shade
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3. |
Sunday
02:43
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When only two months back you were combining our last names
It’s hard to describe just exactly what’s happening
You’ll float on, give it up, cut to me - I’m just sinking
And, who would’ve thought two stupid kids could get this far?
When cutting classes and smoking in my car turned into a house and a future
We fall back so quickly
(And, how the fuck is this happening?)
To all the times that I could never speak my mind
(And, how the fuck did I never see it coming?)
We always toe the line, who’s wrong again who’s right?
And, I can’t think back to that Sunday
Can’t look back on albums and mem’ries
‘Cause every page packs a sting
There’s something about the way my favorite moments hurt me
And, what would you say was the best trip?
And, how do you talk about me?
I’m still trying to find a good way to look back on everything
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Not Horny
02:49
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Oh my god, I did it again
I tuned out everything you said
I’m slipping away
I’m lost in the dissonance
I’ve made mistakes
I’ll sweat this out
I feel your breathe
Your eyes cast down on me
I’m such a disappointment
And, I can’t stop crying
And, we’re making out
Walls close around me, I can’t breathe or make a sound
And, I can’t stop crying, I have to leave
It’s upside down
Oh my god, I did it again
Got hung up on everything you said
I pulled at a thread, and it got dangerous
We’ve both made mistakes
We’ll sulk this out
I can’t read your lips - the words from your mouth
Sneak in my room - a missed connection
And, I can’t stop crying
And, we’re making out
Walls close around me, I can’t breathe or make a sound
And, I can’t stop crying
While we talk this out
It feels like forever since I’ve seen your smile around
And, I can’t stop crying, I have to leave
It’s upside down
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Fuck Aidan
03:22
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If you can’t let me down hang me out to dry just a little longer
The sun could melt my skin just like the years we spent under the covers
And, the last time that I saw you, you looked perfect
But, the last time that I saw you, things were different
Would you believe I’m moving forward
Would you believe I’m taking pictures down, and starting over
Would you believe I’m moving forward
Would you believe I take the pictures now, I’m starting over
And, the last time that I saw you, you looked perfect
And, the last time that I saw you it felt worth it
And, the last time that I saw you, you seemed perfect
But, the last time that I saw you, things were different
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And, there’s no way to tell you how I feel so there’s no point in asking
And, what’s the point of talking when I’m scared of reactions
When you leave, you’ll leave a note it’s a predictable action
I know you too well, but we’re so distant - what’s happening?
You want to know how I feel - just look to the past
I’m sick of Decembers
We’ll hide it in laughs
And, what’s an anniversary that’s tainted, and stained
And, I’ll never tell scared that you’ll walk away
And, I’m too quick to forgive all that I can’t forget
We’ll shut it down, restart later
And, you, you’ll say that you’re sick after months of tight-lip
Is there anyone there, operator?
We’ll have another discussion; emotions come rushing
I need some instructions; the words just aren’t coming
I’ll give you some space, and I’ll hope it’s constructive
This distance is crushing; you’re keeping me blushing
I’m too quick to forgive all that I can’t forget
You’ll say that your sorry through tight-lips
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Foreign
03:27
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Another first
Another second, another third
Another first
Exchange some glances and clumsy words
In the deep end, you’ll float to her
Let it go or you’ll get burned
Another first
Another, “Sorry, I swear it’s cursed”
And, everything’s foreign
Her hair, her offset smile
And, I stole that line, ‘cause I can’t find mine, and I know it’s been a while
And, what’s the word?
A new perspective, a sense of worth
And, what’s the word?
And, what’s this feeling, and why’s it hurt?
Let some guilt in; make things worse
Remember the good things; enjoy the search
And, what’s the word?
Change direction, a role reverse
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8. |
GNPenis
02:43
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And, I swear, it’s supposed to be a good day
Why can’t you just relax?
I got caught in the distance
I got caught in a flow
I got caught in your aura
The way that you glow
But wait, let's turn around
Fall back on things somehow
But wait, Let's turn around
I thought I figured it out; this was different
I swear it's s'posed to be a good
Why can't you just relax?
Instead of fucking around and focusing on yourself
I swear it's s'posed to be a good day
Why can't you just relax?
Just take that shit that you found, and leave it up on the shelf
And, I - I got hung up on everything
And, you - I told you that we needed space
And, I felt waves around us crash through me
And, I - I want this to be different - I want this to be
Are the cigarettes helping?
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9. |
Lean
02:38
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“Lean back, you’ll float”, what a happy accident
“Lean back, you’ll float”, what a strange coincidence
But, there’s a time and a place in the distance
There’s a time and a place, there’s a time and a places there’s
And, she says to explain how it feels when you’re like this
I guess I just don’t know
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Cling
02:52
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Just take it in - the scene, the glow, the light we shin on one another
Just take it in - heart changes pace when you breathe in; I feel you shudder
Just take it in - the way you’re here so I exist - I’ve been alone forever
Just take it in - the fan - it spins - if it falls now, we die together
A breathe, a life, a kiss
A breathe, a life, a kiss
I’m clinging to the moment
A breathe, a life, a kiss
A breathe, a life, a kiss
I’m clinging to the moments where you walked in, so I felt alive
I can see your silhouette right here
You’re walking through the door - I see it clearly
I can see your silhouette right here
The way you lit up your surroundings
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Life's Short. Stunt It.
03:25
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I’m trying to think of the consequences
Of seeing you, ‘cause I’m on the fence, and
I kind of gave up my last defense, and
The time we had doesn’t make much sense, and
I’m trying to think of the consequences
Of staying here, ‘cause I’m on the fence, and
I see your face and I disconnect, and
These racing thoughts never make much sense
Come on, it’s fun
I’m trying to think of the consequences
Of seeing you, ‘cause I’m on the fence, and
I kind of gave up my last defense, and
The time we had doesn’t make much sense, and
I’m trying to think of the consequences
Of staying here, ‘cause I’m on the fence, and
I see your face and I disconnect, and
These racing thoughts never leave my head
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12. |
2002
03:01
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These pictures forced a phonemail I thought I’d never have
These pictures forced up mem’ries of times where I would wade through -
Half my life to see you, and we’d count your tips for cash
And, you’d pull out all your stops to make sure we didn’t have it bad
So, take me back - 2002
Back when you and I were just a little bit different
I can’t compare myself to you
Play back the tapes, play back the tapes
And rearrane, and rearrange
And, the last time that I saw you, you were dancing in the rain
I can’t see through all the chaos, can you plan out my escape?
Take me back - 2002
Back when you and I were just a little bit different
I can’t compare myself to you
Take me back - 2002
Back when you and I were just a couple of kids, and
I can’t compare myself to you
And, as I look through these mem’ries and pictures of you
I’m remind of patterns that you had to weave to get out
You see the look in my eyes, can we get out?
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Sympathy Card Tempe, Arizona
Sympathy Card is the Tempe, Arizona based project of Sterling Johnson, James Dittemore, Danny Ozer, and Adie North.
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