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Tributaries
05:20
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at 2am i'm staring out my window,
how did this semester go so fast,
it's not that i regret the past four months,
i'm just more focused on the shadows that it cast
but i learned something this year
that wont leave with december
it's a growing change you feel
not something you remember
so tell me what it's like to live a life behind
the iron bars that have made your heart so tender
our bodies took the shape of cold ice sculptures
motionless we left no trail behind,
now that i have figured out directions
it's time for me to figure out my mind
but i thought it through,
and i lost my sense of self when i met you,
maybe it wasn't there from the start but i like to pretend
that within my chest there beats an honest heart
so where were you when all i needed was
a friend or someone i knew i could trust,
miles away i'll crawl into my tent
i'll fall asleep forgetting about us
you were in between of what i need and what i want
so i'll go grab my acoustic and just for an afternoon
we'll laugh at the sun
we can talk for hours, bring a movie back to my house
that we haven't seen,
i feel like i am chained down to this couch,
it's about time i came clean
the running rivers in your veins wont drown or wash away your ugly past,
the tributaries flow out through the skin and they flow fast
it's not about you, it's about my insides trembling at the thought of being
pleasantly happy,
i thought i kicked this thing a couple years ago in high school but it seems
that it came back for me, this darkness feeds on grief
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2. |
In Europe, Somewhere
03:55
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it's really with me now, til i move overseas
and chase the memory of home away in the sea breeze,
somewhere deep inside an old friend wants to speak,
i listen 'cause i have no other company to keep
but we gently slurred, and spoke of something more
than a heart blackened by the world we never saw,
and days when i walk alone i wonder where you are,
i never seem to know
i imagine that you're back in our hometown,
or in europe somewhere,
reading til you fall asleep,
it wont be me that's in your dreams and i'm okay with that
because i am on every page you read
and i know you think i'm still a nervous wreck,
it was just a bad year, and it wont be long until
we're hanging like old times we'll sit on my porch while we deem
everything to be so different now
a cold suburban road gets lonelier you know
when you let the radio decide where you're gonna go,
and next year when i'm gone i'll try to find some time
to appreciate myself and focus on the good in life
i imagine that you're back in our hometown,
or in europe somewhere,
reading til you fall asleep,
maybe london maybe france i don't know who to ask
or what to do with all the plans i had for us
and i know you think i'm still a nervous wreck,
it was just a bad year, and it wont be long until
a certain someone shakes a certain self-defeating place
of solitude they've somehow found themselves in
don't lie to me and say you wont allow
yourself to feel those honest feelings now
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