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Buck Foylan
02:29
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I've been living alive and well. You seem to think that I've been through hell. But I'm just another teenage kid, living in a shitty small town, but loving it.
Scooping Ice cream for the next few years makes me wanna stay, I don't mind it here. I wanna stay, don't wanna die. Not happy, not smiling, doesn't mean I'm not alive.
In the 815. Not happy, not smiling, doesn't mean I'm not alive.
In the 815.
I'm from Rockton, so they might fucking hate me, but those rich private school kids are so fucking whiney. 815, where are you?
I'm not on tour, like I wish I was, so I'll stay in this fucking town, this fucking town I love, the 815.
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2. |
Wolves / Dirty Ikes
04:59
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Wolves:
I've been digging a grave with the parts of my brain that still work.
They're burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams.
I still feel a heart that's beating but I can't feel love,
I still feel a life inside me but I feel no blood.
I still clench my teeth and I pull out my hair;
my skin and bones are bare.
I've been living with the weight of the world
and the moon and the stars,
burning in my eyes.
I haven't seen clear in 19 years;
will you please save my life?
I've been digging a grave with the parts of my brain that still work.
They're burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams
Dirty Ikes:
When we broke up
You told me to try and find myself
So I found myself in someone else's bed
You could say I'm a fool
But you've had four boyfriends since
I've learned learn to love myself more than I could ever love you
I thought myself French
So I could tell you I love you
In ways you could never understand
And I taught myself yours to sit on your back porch
And I'm not going anywhere
Except I'm going to die
And I taught myself Spanish
To tell you I loved you
In ways you could never understand
And I taught myself sign language
To speak to myself
And when we broke up
you told me to find myself
So I found myself in someone else's bed
You could call me a fool
But I've had four girlfriends since
And I've learned to love myself more than I could ever love you
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3. |
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"could be better forever" on repeat
and I think it might be true
I "never saw it coming" being better without you
I still smoke alone at the spot I return to
I still bite my nails all the goddamn time
I might not be better forever
but tonight at least I think
tonight I'm fine
I think I'm coming down from the speed
my body aches and I
cant make sense of all of me
the face in the mirror
much more gaunt than it used to be
and i think i'm gonna pass out
and i think i'm gonna puke
but in the end
i'm doing my best to pull through
and i've been listening to milkshakes
and i've been finding better people
and i'm pretty sure since moving north i'm in a better state
but these massachusetts winters
get pretty fucking cold
still i'm singing shitty emo
and screaming
FUCK THE 860
it's snowing outside but
tonight i'll be drinking indoors
with my friends
there's a pain in my throat and it won't go away
and I've found myself getting stoned every day
i wrote down my reasons to freeze to death
but now that notebook's in somebody's basement
forgotten, and collecting dust
"could be better forever" on repeat
and I think it might be true
I "never saw it coming" being better without you
I still smoke alone at the spot I return to
I still bite my nails all the goddamn time
I might not be better forever
but tonight at least I think
tonight I'm fine
TRY NOT TO HATE ME
(half a pack is not enough to get me through the week
tonight i'll be bumming cigs
we'll be in parking lots
as night fades into dawn
but today i'll be just fine)
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4. |
Dammit
03:02
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It's alright to tell me what you think about me
I won't try to argue or hold it against you
I know that you're leaving you must have your reasons
The season is calling and your pictures are falling down
The steps that I retrace the sad look on your face
The timing and structure did you hear he fucked her?
A day late a buck short I'm writing the report
On losing and failing when I move I'm flailing now
And it's happened once again
I'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
Sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone
And I've been here for too long
To face this on my own
Well I guess this is growing up
Well I guess this is growing up
And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview
You'll show up and walk by on the arm of that guy
And I'll smile and you'll wave we'll pretend it's okay
The charade it won't last when he's gone I won't come back
And it'll happen once again
You'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
And sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone
And you've been there for too long
To face this on your own
Well I guess this is growing up
Well, I guess this is growing up
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5. |
Echo
01:51
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The footsteps in my memory of you walking away makes me fall asleep because every sound you made was beautiful.
And your heartbeat banging away in my head makes me remember I'm the reason youre not dead. It's beautiful.
I don't remember a time when your hair didn't cross my shallow broken down excuse of a mind until last year. I'm pitiful.
Killing the thought of killing ourselves again, I found myself texting about that song and hoping I would remember and sing along like we've been friends.
I remember my neighborhood, the place where with broken hearts and shattered souls we stood.
The footsteps in the front of my mind of me walking away in the ninth grade from your house echo
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6. |
314
01:45
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And how are you? How's your cat? I know your mom's great, but how's your dad?
Did you see the time? It's 3:14. I know it meant something to you, but did it mean something to me?
So when you see three hundred fourteen, try to think of something that isn't me. And when I see three hundred fourteen, I'll try to think of something else.
And yes, I'm fine. No, I'm not lying. Are you well? How is your arm? I know you've been through hell.
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