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Permasmile
03:56
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I'm sorry, you were dead to me the second you lied to me and thrust that blade in my back.
My blinds are drawn and my lights are off, I'll see you fucks in about 3 months.
A month for every year I wasted with you here.
This season is just hell for me, it's flat with grey and apathy.
In this bed we shared I'm leaving room. God I hate that I got so used to you, and I'm through.
and I'm out. I'm out. I'm getting out.
I'm sorry, you're boring me with all of your stories. Why waste your time with the facts?
But I can wear a permasmile, and I can live live in denial.
Spinning out but holding in, outrunning debts and all my sins.
(Chorus)
"Smile. Why don't you smile?"
"Smile. Don't you smile?"
I'm sorry you're bored of me and all my worries.
Why waste my time with the past?
All my will is leaving me and it's shaking hands with enemies.
All my dread is banging down my door, and all the years are seeping through my floors.
I can wear a permasmile, clenching my jaw all the while I keep living in denial, all my fears are running wild
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Sweet
03:32
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Stop me if you’ve heard this one before
We’re counting tiles on the kitchen floor
We made our bed, we’ll lie in it and regret it
(Chorus)
You used to be so sweet, you used to talk to me
Now you’re callused and cold, hoping these trauma bonds will hold.
I need some space.
I’m trading “Zen Arcade” for “Candy Apple Grey”
I miss those days.
Talking shit over constant comment and earl grey.
I wanted you to stay, now I count the days
I buried my pain to push you away
We always prayed for rain, but the sky opened up today.
I want to bleed for my mistakes.
I let you wreck my head for a spot in your bed
I let that bed become ours while I lived in regret
I let that regret make its way into my veins
Why do I still have these thoughts I can’t shake?
Why do I wish you’d stayed?
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Hoarse Race
03:42
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Think I’ve worn out this town, there’s nothing left to see and I’m burning out.
There’s nothing here for me.
My friends made their escapes while I just stood place and it makes me ill.
I’ve got to find my will.
(Chorus)
The fray is calling out my name and I want to answer.
Old wars are running through my veins.
I refuse to look back in regret
I’ve just got to get this off my back.
I’ve got to get this off my back.
I’ll tear this telephone out of the wall and bring it to your door
I’m holding out for more.
I’m living by the clock and I’m looking for an excuse to just to make it stop
I’ve got to make it stop.
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Gardens
03:29
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I remember those days when I was watching you bloom
You were becoming the rose swallowing suns at high noon
(Chorus)
Sew your seeds over stone
Hope a garden grows
I come home every day and you’re already in bed
But not in the way I had pictured at all in my head
These little hints of guilt you’re dropping for me
Yeah, they don’t do a thing for me
Stop counting the years, and hold back those tears
Someday you’ll thank me
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Cluttered
03:13
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I’ve been tangling my hair and I’ve been grinding down my teeth at 4 AM when I should be dead asleep, but I can’t get a wink. Pacing down my halls and putting holes inside my walls, I’ve got to find a better way that I can rise above it all.
(Chorus)
It never ends.
You’re pulling on my threads.
I’ve been listening to Rites of Spring a little too much lately and when talking to my friends I’m having trouble just relating. “All There Is” is nothing new and I just want to bury you so I can rest my head tonight. Just move on with your cluttered life.
It never ends.
It never ends.
You’re pulling on my threads.
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