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Intro
01:05
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Maybe it's the season sinking in,
Maybe it's depression talking
But it keeps snowing outside,
I'm in glass rooms staring at the sky
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2.5 Years
05:07
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January 2014
You broke up with me
For 20 minutes ‘til you were at my house
Making out, I should’ve let you leave
Keep me at arm's length
I’m prettier from a distance anyways
Happy 2 years
You spent it with your dad
Ignoring all my texts
And 3 weeks later you were done with me
You said you were the lucky one, but also the lying one
I’m a lioness and I’ll tear you apart
Spout bullshit from your teeth
I don’t want to hear I love you, I want to hear I’m sorry
It won’t make a difference anyways
I just wanna find my peace
In empty basement rooms, you taught me how to love you
In empty basement rooms, you taught me what control can do
But would that imply
That I sat idly by?
But would that imply
That I sat idly by?
That doesn’t apply
How do you keep fire in water alive?
That doesn’t apply
You won’t get by so easy this time
That doesn’t apply
How do you keep fire in water alive?
That doesn’t apply
This lioness has survived
6 months, do you love me?
A year and a half, do you love me?
Are you, are you lucky? are you lucky? are you lucky?
6 months, do you love me?
A year and a half, do you love me?
You said you’d be lucky if you married me, married me
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3. |
The Worst House Guest
03:39
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Misery's the best company
I guess that's why you hang around with me
I'm all sweaters and boots and laced up shoes
My corsets too tight to play the blues and I
I fell in love, I've been in love and not to make
A sorry little song about little ole me
And my poor broken things
A sorry little "girl" with their half filled dreams, I'm just saying
Misery's the best company
Atrocities are my best friends
And maybe that's why I'm desperate for attention
I'm all hot and cold and leave me alone
But if you stay tonight I’ll keep you warm and I
I fell in love, I've been in love and not to make
A sorry little song about little ole me
And my poor broken things
A sorry little "girl" with their half filled dreams, I'm just saying
Maybe it's just sorrows and tales and
Tales full of regrets and tragedies that give us all some depth
I love sorrow dipped things, I know it's a bad thing
I know that it's worsening, I know it's worsening
I just don't seem to care about all the big things
The smallest of flinches I'm crippled and screaming
Best not to whine and best just to care
But misery loves company, I'll take you down with me
A sorry little song about little ole me
And my poor broken things
A sorry little "girl" with their half filled dreams, I'm just saying
Misery's the best company
The best company
Atrocities are my best friends
Get out while you can
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No. 5 1948
04:35
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I've been talking on the phone for hours and I
Keep hearing the same damn voice
But the words keep changing and I'm not sure
How to keep track of you anymore
I'm in love with you, no idea who I'm talking to
I hope you turn me to a masterpiece, well
Maybe that's a little masochistic of me
Paintings on you never look the same
As they did with paint covered on my
Forget what I said, make your breathing even again
Forget what I said, make your breathing even again
I haven't felt real in weeks
Turn the pain into passion before it takes you by the knees
I've been flittering in and out of everything
Of reality, of love of things, I can't recall my memory
I hope you turn me to a masterpiece, well
Maybe that's a little masochistic of me
Paintings on you never look the same
As they did with paint covered on my
I hope you turn me to a masterpiece, well
Maybe that's a little masochistic of me
Paintings on you never look the same
As when we called this love
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Party Pong
03:43
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I will stay here right by your side
And I promise I won't ride
The tidal waves away from here
And you will stay here right under my skin
I asked if you would ink it, but i was drunk
They say a drunk man's words are truths you've never heard of
You say that I'm not enough
But you want to fill me up
I'm a cup and you started sipping slowly
My guts pool around me
Oh I guess I'm bleeding
If I gave a damn about being alive, then I'd probably not drink anymore
You wander into my bed
Every other night and weekend
I could say that I mind, but I was taught not to lie
And if i wanted what was right for me, I'd keep going to therapy
But my nail polish is a little chipped, so let me destroy it
You say that I'm not enough
But you want to fill me up
I'm a cup and you started sipping slowly
My guts pool around me
Oh I guess I'm bleeding
If I gave a damn about being alive, then I'd probably not drink anymore
Have you heard that I'm out and about?
That I met someone and I think about how I switch around
Does it make you jealous?
Part of me wants it to,
If I'm being honest, I don't think that i'll ever be done with you
You say that I'm not enough
But you want to fill me up
I'm a cup and you started sipping slowly
My guts pool around me
Oh I guess I'm bleeding
If I gave a damn about being alive, then I'd probably not drink anymore
Probably not drink anymore
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