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Ancient Ash
02:06
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Ham-fisted metaphors, honest intent, as if we don't embrace
what we should circumvent.
All the mirrored ideals and the believable lies, consuming all the things
we know we should despise
cause I don't think I'm equipped to crash
and exhaust into plumes of ancient ash
just to exist in the form of a rumor with delusions of greatness
etched into my forearm; not sure that's fitting.
grave disillusionment stressing me out, and the last thing I need
is to be sold back my doubt
I swear to god I'll give anything, just give me a break
I'm making all the plans to make a big mistake
Cause I don't think I'm equipped to crash
and exhaust into plumes of ancient ash
just to exist in the form of a rumor with delusions of greatness
etched into my forearm
I want to live inside
where I'm not bothered by old instincts to hide
away from all that declares me faulty and unearths all my fears
of not being good
so much indifference...
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Slippery
02:30
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Wayward denial's inner-sense
breeds constant proclamations of innocence
and shortly your frenzy of compliments
will make you slide beneath your tendencies once again
unwanted reminders make you blue
like "Would they approve if you were you?"
but that's a slippery subject
so don't go killing the vibe with your depression
cause no one wants real friends
just entertainment.
Anxious alone and feeling sad
it seems like distraction is all we have
maybe it wouldn't be so bad
if we were more sentimental and less morbidly shallow
All happy endings are dead
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3. |
Turn To Mush
04:09
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Cheap silhouettes to mask the regret
from before you knew how everything worked
We all say we want friends, but we don't really want them
we just want to feel good about ourselves
Like accessories; sounds like success to me
I don't know what you're complaining about
It's not my fault validation calms the nerves like a hot spring
but ages like meth
so just look away
I burned my last bridge last night and I already feel ignored
we chase not what we need just what we crave when we're insecure
Fake sentiment to hide the lament
for the odd traits turning us into trash
oh karma commence in the wake of self-preservation
"I'll keep in touch"
The fuck you will...
I burned my last bridge last night and I already feel ignored
we chase not what we need just what we crave when we're insecure
Travel pics and network tricks to thrust yourself off the social ledge
Jagged Rocks; Meet Fledge.
Old habits turned to mush, cleansing the space
Self-serving vitriol ferments in it's place
Old habits turned to mush, cleansing the space
Old habits
Better Habits
I burned my last bridge last night and I already feel ignored
we chase not what we need just what we crave when we're insecure
Travel pics and network tricks to thrust yourself off the social ledge
Jagged Rocks; Meet Fledge.
Jagged Rocks; Meet Fledge.
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Wilt
03:20
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You've done something wrong.
I never thought that you could, but I guess that you can.
I wish we never knew the nature of true colors,
but maybe that's good.
Did you get what you asked for? Because you have our attention
Is this what you wanted? Or did you just want a reaction?
Fire engine hue upon the hands of the selfish
It's too late to say "Show me something good
before I lose faith in everyone"
I already have.
Did you get what you asked for? Because you have our attention
Is this what you wanted? Or did you just want a reaction?
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Everything Is Garbage
03:03
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Characters in costume all around
Belly-up and disappointment bound
I can't help myself when I get down
with the thoughts I flail about
Cynical with self-inflicting traits
like "Everyone's content when I'm replaced"
Fragments cemented blown away
in a flash of mass decay
If you're not sure you can fix it, well then say that.
Don't act like you'll do it.
( I M B I F U C K Y O U )
Nobody's fine until they learn to smile
Despite the fact that everything is garbage and we all turn to shit
I think that I'm obsessed
I get artistic when I'm depressed
Upsides as a temporary fix that don't suffice a bit
If you're not sure that it's worth it, well then say that
Don't act like you want this
Nobody's fine until they learn to smile
Despite the fact all that's good is fleeting
and all that's bad persists
everything is garbage and we all turn to shit
and I don't give a shit
If you're not sure you can fix it, well then say that.
Don't act like you'll do it.
Nobody's fine until they learn to smile
Despite the fact all that's good is fleeting
and all that's bad persists
everything is garbage and we all turn to shit
and I don't give a shit
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6. |
Interlude
00:47
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fabricated depth via ambient filler track
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7. |
Bluff
02:07
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the lights, the bed, your hand, my head
the kiss, the dread, the word unsaid
the calm, the strain, the spark, the flame
the way you said
"I wish you were dead"
me too, it's true. I'll prove to you
the meaning of a long-lacked love
and then you'll know what you don't know
you should think enough before you call my bluff
the floor, the spill, the red, the pills
your shock, your shout, the wind knocked out
oh god, you did, you really did
"wake up!"
I'm gone
and you get no response
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It’s a bit of a tossup between “the will to improve” and “accustomed to losing faith in everything I get to know”. I don’t know how to be fine, which is great if you like drowning in vices and advice-less responses to words you exclaim to the wall, so you default to sour sentiment like you always do. Oh poor you, it’s almost like feeling bad for yourself doesn’t work. Oh sure, I’d love to dismiss, but I can’t seem to resist giving into selfishness. And what becomes of the fog is an unquenchable longing for something alternative. I’m breaking my neck for this, and it’s making me sick. Telling yourself it’s all in your mind becomes harder than hell when there’s no one to whine to. Brace for the worst and the best never comes, that’s why I’ve come to the conclusion I’m scum. Any absence of interest is a symptom of “fret” one day I know I will come to forget, if not, regret then exit hastily from anything that’s too new. A motionless emotional skew; It cripples promptly and ends will to progress any further than my comfort goes. And what becomes of the frayed loose ends is remnants of what used to be something promising; The cleverest lie I’ve told is “leave me alone”. Tricking yourself into thinking it’s fine becomes harder than hell when you’re wasting your time. Brace for the worst and the best never comes, but hold out of the best and you’re dumb.
Or maybe i'm just probably scum.
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9. |
Welt
03:16
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Stone Deaf
The damages emerges and slows
with your arms to your sides, and the welt to your pride
it shows
Self loathe
with every minute you kill
with a knock at the door and your face to the floor
lay still
If you can't escape intact, I can escape with you on my back
and we'll even make up a god and we'll pray all we want
till we're out of here
Tread light
I know that the process is slow
as your inching your way from the sounds of decay
like you're owed
then we'll nurse this easily fractured self worth.
If you can't escape intact, I can escape with you on my back
and we'll even make up a god and we'll pray all we want
till we're out of here
and I'll even hold my breath
to make you believe I'm not scared to death
And if we detach in the end, I'll be glad that at least you made it out
I won't be your letdown this time, don't let me forget.
If you can't escape intact, I can escape with you on my back
and we'll even make up a god and we'll pray all we want
till we're out of here
and I'll even hold my breath
to make you believe I'm not scared to death
And if we detach in the end, I'll be glad that at least you made it out
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10. |
Keep The Rotting Fruit
03:53
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The things we want don’t want us
And the things they want don’t want them
So what are we to do except keep the rotting fruit
and accept it’s putrid stench
Not a thing to do except sulk within our shoes
and belong where we’re invited
The things we want, we don’t get
And the things we get, we don’t’ want
So what are we to do except keep the rotting fruit
and accept it’s putrid stench
Not a thing to do except sulk within our shoes
and belong where we’re invited
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11. |
Pollen Lung
03:23
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Cigarettes will waste away and bury us in time
but Pollen Lung, you suffocate and make us want to die
You’re a sob story and I can’t help you out
You’re a sob story and I can’t help you out
still can’t believe you said those things
But what can you expect
from the outskirts of forward steps
Looks like I’m alone in the briar patch
and bleeding from both eyes again
but it doesn’t smart anymore
or maybe it does
But I’ve come to terms with the ways that you’re making me squirm
I’ve fallen into place for way too long
I’ll never succumb to the ways that you tell me I’m scum
I need to cough, still have some of your leftover god in my throat,
and feeling the choke
Cigarettes will waste away and bury us in time
but Pollen Lung, you suffocate, that’s why we want to die
You’re a sob story and I can’t help you out
You’re a sob story and I can’t help you out
Infatuated with instilling fear in all your kin
well we’re grown now, and we have skin
as strong as wet cement
Early Sunday risers equipped with phony innocence
I’m phoning it in; I’m a mess and numb in every regard
But I guarantee that this southern apple is far from the tree
I’ll do what I can to make sure I never need you again
Cause no amount of pecans can make up for the damage you’ve caused
I’m packing up my things, I’m going to Atlanta, then maybe up the East Coast
I’ll keep you in my thoughts how I see fit to do so
but that doesn’t mean I want to see your face
I want to belong somewhere, but sadly I don’t belong there
I just want to feel normal for once, I’m overdrawn on my emotional funds
I want to belong somewhere, but sadly I don’t belong there
I just want to feel normal for once, I’m overdrawn on my emotional funds
Pollen lung you suffocate and make me want to die
Pollen lung you suffocate
and make me want to.
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Parker Paul Atlanta, Georgia
My name is Parker and I write acoustic pop tunes
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