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Broke
02:02
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i'm too nervous to live here
too restless to go somewhere else
i can't support or protect you like i should
i can barely get control of myself
it didn't feel any better
living life without all that weight
i tried a hundred different units of measure
but the message was always the same
i told you i was broke
empty pockets, fragile skull
it's such a violent impulse
any stirring to a sleeping swarm
you try to gently contain all my flailing
i don't mean to, but i catch you
i've been searching out some peace of mind for my entire life
that's why i'm always tired
i can't explain the ways i try to my myself stable
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2. |
Short Bursts
03:03
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i don't think much about jesus
but i always reckon with the devil
coming from below, biting off my toes
i'm feeling like a ghost in my own home
i burn out
in short bursts
i'm always eating my fingers
till i can't open up my phone
i'm feeling like a joke in my own home
shut lines to satisfy me
my ache won't let me be at peace
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Slick
03:11
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i never knew myself to be my own captor
there's so many minds
just try to play nice
anywhere i am, you come through
so i take a spell for shutting my eyes
it's the soft sting and the warm dull
it's the hour train to the holy war
it's all i can do to justify use
but my motive is coming apart
i never wanted a slick pickpocket
but i sure got it
he's right where i made him
my insides tremble with fright
so i stuff up my headphones to shut up my mind
but it's not quite right
there's only so much time
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Parking Lot
02:28
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sometimes i wish i was irish
so i'd have a place to place my admiration of brown liquor and silent stoics
it's a lot to hold in
i've got constant tension
even in absence of peril there's always a stand-in
what it must be to be free
to move about unburdened
i don't need these things i keep
i spent five months being worried about my body
a head full of guts
a bowl full of blood i can't wash off me
only so much i can hold
there's so much, you know?
even surrounded by peril i can always make my own
what it must be to be free
to move about without this
i see this life flourish all the time
i remember meeting my dad in a parking lot
saying "i'm not sure where to be
it's so much easier to separate, not only in name"
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Home
02:51
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it's hard for me to feel stable on my feet
but you keep me standing
with your awkward hands and your smooth skin
i don't know who i'd be without you
i'm not sure if this life that i lead makes me deserve to be here
but it's home
it's hard for me to ever quell this unease that lives inside of me
but i love the way you shoot awake and curse at me
when i leave the window cracked at night
i know that our path's not straight
or very cute to tell when you meet new people at your school
but even though i don't pretend to know where i'm going
i know that you're there for me
when i can't handle my own mind
when it's all i can do to walk around at night
you're there for me when i need to go home
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