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King of the Southeast
02:08
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I cant remember why I was scared of bridges
why i was scared of anything
and it all falls back on the girl in my bed
or the songs in my had
I was so scared of becoming anything
but i'm the king of everything
Your possession, your collection, your reflection gets me high
and i'm home again
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2. |
Born Again
04:20
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There's a devil on my shoulder you can cry to
but cant blame anymore
it's quiet in your bedroom
when you walked away i cut my tongue on what I can't say
go on tell me Amanda
why can't I bitch till the sun goes down?
Go on tell me Amanda
Why can't I sleep when the sun goes down?
I'm running from anything
and I'm hiding from everyone
Watching empire with my brother
spring on 16' on a couch that felt like home
Can't help that I'm falling backwards
I'm going nowhere with this weight tied to my bones
I'll wake up here tomorrow suspended by the bottle again
You beat me to the bottom
"No hate comes from the bible" you said
I'm running from anything
and I'm hiding from everyone
I'm home again
They don't know I'm born again
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3. |
I Feel Pathetic
04:08
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What's killing you?
Is it killing me too?
Did the shoe start to fit you?
Do these hard wood floors get the best of you?
Of course they do
I ran through miles to avoid you
just to find myself at Alexander
I hate myself more everyday
for taking it this far
Stop competing with your sister
Stop competing with the air in my lungs
Did your friends leave the city?
Do they all still take the same drugs?
Of course they do
I ran through miles to avoid you
just to find myself at Alexander
I hate myself more everyday
for taking it this far
This is all out of place it's not where I thought i'd be
Did you find yourself or do you still search for me?
I spent days in this room I can't let anyone in
I promised that i'd call if I woke up in the morning
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4. |
The Attic
03:56
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And there's still
paint bleeding from the walls that you always avoid
I still feel you in my chest
Just like the smoke on your breath
But i hear you dance in the attic when there's nobody home
Most nights these pictures keep me awake
Under lamp lights over thinking the days
And I keep hoping that home i where the heart is
Under lamp lights over thinking the days
I bet the trees in your yard hold the same
Abused by everyone under the sun
Just to run to the stairs to hide your face
Memories don't hold like they used to
And I can't help from always falling through
Broken integrity is everything you can never be
Most nights these pictures keep me awake
Under lamp lights over thinking the days
And I keep hoping that home i where the heart is
Under lamp lights over thinking the days
With these words in my stomach
I hope you find home in somebodies bedroom
and the nights that follow
Wont catch you when thin ice starts to break
Broken integrity, is everything you can never be
Broken integrity, you're everything I can never be
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Write me off as innocent
Elegant or arrogant
I can't choose
Excuses pull like gravity
All your teenage poetry
I see right through
When your headboard looks like a headstone
And these nights start to leave you on your own
Don't blame me
Label me as self indulged
You wake up mad at yourself it's nothing new
I've spent years on the fence
And potent potential gets washed out
So put another nail in your coffin
And stare our your window till noon
I can't relate to anyone anymore at all
When your headboard looks like a headstone
And these nights start to leave you on your own
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Headlights
05:25
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Headlights in the rain
And you're unaware
That somebodies ghost wants to follow you home
This love burns from beyond the grave
It could be easy
When Elysium calls i'm not gonna answer
I've been thinking too much on where we left you
I swear I thought I heard you screaming for my head space
And you need me to know
That you write us letters from your new abode
Of all the flesh and blood that stands in the way
Of golden roads and pearl gates
When Elysium calls i'm not gonna answer
I've been thinking too much on where we left you
And if I'm wrong
You can lock me up and bury the key
A penny for your thoughts
The penny that you're scared to make
If you saw Christ starring at you from across the street
Would you count down the days
Till you slipped and fallen six feet deep
And I need you to know
That you're unaware
At the face of the ocean
They don't drink they just drown
But these feet can't run or hide from the fact
That everyone's been sick in this house but me
Headlights in the rain
These spirits get sick of trying to reach you.
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Acadiana Trace New Orleans, Louisiana
New Orlean's Emo Power Jazz.
Tristian
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Steven
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