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Split My Head
04:16
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I fell on the ground
I buckled my knees
Wasn't waiting for you
To give me the answer I want to hear
So here's your loaded gun
Words to make it last awhile
I swear I'm moving on
Split my head when I come home
I'm always sorry for
The things that haven't happened
Your breath clear
To my distant heart
There's Leaves on the ground
There's a bloom in the ground
I feel fucking ugly
I'm fucking ugly
I'm fucking hungry
Split my head open
Let my brains spill out
I want to fucking kill myself
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Swallow
03:32
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I want to swallow your pain
Make it clean
I want to do everything like I'm supposed to
It's all in disarray
Pushing it off on me
Leaving the door open for the pain to creep through
I want to keep you
Keep you safe
What keeps me up at night
The Pain I'm swallowing
I wanna hear you speak
as I take your pain away
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Dolice
04:34
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I found your hope
In an empty bottle
It's my fault I kept down with it
It's okay to cry
In my storefront cell
In my bed
I don't feel good about it
I'm upset by the facts
The Money I don't make
The people I don't like
always coming back
Stuck in this airport
Your fucking frat shorts
Your receding hair
I feel lost in Dulles
I feel like I'm Missing out
I feel like it's permanent
A wealth of hurt in my bank account
I remember when you swaggered in
coat tails and blistered mouth
and there was nothing left to lose
Your tongue swept in the bullshit
Making the most of the ins and outs
and there was nothing left to lose
Can we go to the movies
A place I don't like
I want to see the reflections
in your eyes
Can we sleep on the roadside
please don't crash the car
I wanna be the perfection
You're looking for
Called you back on a thursday
you said you might be in town
Wasn't ready for the eerie
Shit you said you found
My skin crawls in thew walkway
A perfect silhouette
Being stuck on a thursday
thanks for the distant laughs
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Spike
03:33
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I can't see
The spike going in me
Stab Wounds
Dismembered body
If there were every a reason
to be alarmed
If there was ever a reason
to feel scared of harm
You are the answer
the blood on the canvas
you are the persistent humming along
Scrape my knees
Give up the life I beg for
I lost your tongue
I lost the pain of the words
and it all slivers away
chipping like paint
Friends are a blessing
the blood on the canvas
you are the harshness in my voice
Shake down the spiral
Shake down the rage
Memorize your plans
And calculate your ways
Do I seem free to you
Do I fit your Ideas
Do I need a plan
Do I need to be honest with you
I can't be honest with you
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Low
03:12
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I want to see the way you feel
Low on the way out
The funny things you tell me
When you're okay with falling down
Heart break in the best way
If I can figure myself out
Sleep all day
And I Never see the outcome
I wanna make you proud
But I'll always be too broke to care about it
fix me
see me
I'm leaving you for
the best things
the hopelessness
the brutal shit you say
the funny things you\'re telling me
I'm about to tell you
what I'm feeling
Do you want to be around
When I speak
Shooting down the possibility of mending with time
the messed up shit you said
the funny things you tell me
Now it's 2am and I'm worried sick
Anxiety attacks keep me up till around then
Watching movies
Just to feel something
You're leaving the house again
I'm still asleep in our bed
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Low (Interlude)
01:42
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It's all love for now
empty boxes and rebounds
for my only flaws I kept around
being the reason I leave town
It's all love for now
I can see with one eye closed
when the sun hits the windshield
I can see with my headlights off
crash my car when I wake up
It's all about mental health
the thing that drags me down
I wanna get by with it
But my brain splits every time I think about it
Always always find your way
Always always find your pain
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8. |
I Hate Myself
03:38
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Hard Pressed to get back the things I left
Hurt for the reasons that you felt disconnected
My plan is to stay in my misrepresentment
Because I'm not a false felt
I'm tired words and living in hell
I've got an issue
with the way I'm treating myself
With the hurtful words I bring on myself
I've got an Issue
My debt is a life I can not live
It's the reason to stay in bed
It's the messiest I've ever been
Got mine when I left the city I find
A Reason to stay in too
When I give it again and again
Hurt me like I hurt again
Don't let me leave this space
I am the shit I make
I fucked up the last part
When the words all fell out wrong
Fucking up my concentration
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Living in Kansas
03:44
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I have the weight of the world
Sitting here on my chest
Living here in Kansas
It's the mess I left
Telling me to be the same way
As the dead weight I left
This year took a toll on me
It's a separate issue to breath
It's a brilliant display of grief
I can't get back to
Living here for you
the frequent air space
That your breath takes
Every Life ends
Just as it began
Living in kansas
Don't tell me about the fucking line
You cross my heart and now I want to die
Everything is falling out of line
The biggest phase of life
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Take your fucking hands
and point them back at yourself
let the world know your guilt
your principal mistake you made
You're shaking your fist
holding me against my will
being nice to the idea of a parlor act
Being nice to the idea of a fiction you set
and I don't fuck with it
The side looks and subtle grins
the bad mouth you give
when you say you can't send it back
and I would never fuck with you
If I didn't have to
And I wouldn't give you a second thought
If It didn't pay for my rent
What did you say
when I asked you what you meant
What did you say
When you lied to my face
Serve me
Who are you to think
that you're better than me
Who are you think think
that I care what you have to say
Serve me
I think about the ways you failed me
leaving me nothing extra when you leave
the money I make is based off this form of income
I literally cannot live without this form of income
Pay my fucking bills please
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11. |
Moving Out of Kansas
04:15
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Is it the way it pulls
fucking on the floor
with a little bit of tension
Just to make ourselves whole
Under the table
With a severed heart
Moving out of Kansas just to complete my brittle warmth
I can't be your substance
just to make you a little more
fucking up the weekend
For lack of better terms
My brain has a jealous thought
that maybe you'll love me when the earth starts to rot
maybe you'll love me more
each time our peasant mouths scream for more
every night
This house is a hole in the ground
A secret that won't come out
the meaning of the flood
the purpose of the drought
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I hit my head
stumbling through to you
on a 10 pound brick
four corners to get to you
and I choked on it
So fuck the world
and everything you don't like
I want to see you thrive
In a city where the moths move
through and through
and I can't judge the issue
If there isn't sit down be calm and listen to you
I can't be myself
Without you
I can't make this move
If the reasons aren't there for you
I got depressed in the back seat
of the car that I'll be paying off until I'm 30
I'm not scared of it
Just lacking some sense
When I look at you
Not ready to make it true
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Junior Retreat Wichita, Kansas
A band from Wichita, KS
Connor, Paul, Ashley, Darin, Sam
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