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These Frames
02:50
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Caste this canvas from my burgundy wall
Cause I don’t want to relive it’s acrylic
Interpretations of those bad decisions I bought.
I swear, I never intended at all to let those
Brushed in patterns keep me the same
I am the culprit of my own depravity
So I’ll say what I need to say to These
Frames that swallow numbers and names.
Oh, what a beautiful shame
I am to blame for the mistakes I’ve made, but if
Where I want to be is not so distinct from where I was back then
Throw away the key until the night is over
No room left to breathe
It’s just like living in a prison where
You’re all in the same cell
And scratching your names out
Lost and Hostile were intentions of mine
As I was fading away into dust, I let the
Good intentions slip away from my mind
I’ll find a brand new beginning to this novel in time.
Brushed in patterns seeping again
Into these frames they were depicted in
Am I really that significant
To be sketched in pencil, shaded in pen
Will I be jaded again? Or will I live to tell the shameful tale of
How this came to be, how I’m distinct from who I was back then
You threw away the key and now the night is over
No room left to breathe
When I was living in that prison
Now that all of the frames fell
I’ll never see that crowded cell again.
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2. |
Lonely Night
05:08
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This wake displays the elevation
Reached by hopeless conversation
Save this ship
I’d like to think we’re giving in to the solution
But this undertow has left me so confused
Harboring bright red emotions
Towards each other’s dead-end notions
Who’s to say
We’re going to win this anyway? There’s no solution
To the pointing hand by which we stand accused.
It’s not hard to see what we have done
It’s not hard to see what we’ve become
But it’s hard to see where we will go
What comes next is impossible to tell
Will we be in heaven or in hell?
I guess you, nor I, will ever know.
But If your all alone, I’ll let you be alone because tonight’s a lonely night.
I never cared about the fight, I never cared about who’s wrong or right
If you’re all alone, I’ll let you be alone because tonight s a lonely night
And by the morning of tomorrow, I’m hoping we’ll both be alright
The Water’s getting colder
Like the right side of your shoulder
I can feel your stare
There’s tension everywhere amongst the tidal waves
What was once a ship is now a small canoe
To hell with all the bygones
Which this weather hitched a ride on
As the lightning struck
The piercing thunder interrupted in a loud crash (crash)
As the boat no longer floats, it’s nothing new
It’s not hard to see what we have done
It’s not hard to see what we’ve become
But it’s hard to see where we will go
What comes next is impossible to tell
Will we be in heaven or in hell?
I doubt you, nor I, will ever know.
But If your all alone, I’ll let you be alone because tonight’s a lonely night.
I never cared about the fight, I never cared about who’s wrong or right
If you’re all alone, I’ll let you be alone because tonight s a lonely night
And by the morning of tomorrow, I’m hoping we’ll both be alright
Morals are vacant, solutions are scarce
But I still hope that you’ll wait for me there
When our voices collide in polluting the air
I just don’t think we can land anywhere
But just know that I’ll be there
We like to think we could not be more honest to god
About the things we’ve sworn
The chests we’ve torn
The only thing that keeps us alive
Is our forgiveness for…
I’m still not sure
But If your all alone, I’ll let you be alone because tonight’s a lonely night.
I never cared about the fight, I never cared about who’s wrong or right
If you’re all alone, I’ll let you be alone because tonight s a lonely night
And by the morning of tomorrow, I’m hoping we’ll both be alright
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3. |
The Kicker
03:57
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Well it’s a wonder what you’d ever do without
A single soul to look at you
Look up to you and say
“when I grow up, I want to be just like you
I want to talk like you and dress the way you do”
If history shows, you’ll never be as lucky as you are
To grab the word of everyone you meet
Because third party perspective
Is so important when you think you’ve got the world to lead
So tell me what you plan to do
And tell me how you plan to do it
If the kicker’s locked away
How can you make it if the only thing that
Kill’s you has made its way into your heart?
Cause there’s no savior for today
Except for the person that where’s your shoes
And there not gonna do at all for you
What you can’t do for yourself
Slipping deeper in a rut, you can’t get up
Your secret’s safe with me
I won’t tell anyone your name
But It’s gonna take some time for you to get up again
But until then, you and I can just pretend
That everything’s as fortunate as it has always been
The same excuses time and time again
Cause that third party perspective’s so important
To you that you cannot bare to leave.
So tell me what you plan to do
And tell me how you plan to get there
If the kicker’s locked away
How can you make it if the only thing that
Kill’s you has made its way into your heart?
Cause there’s no savior for today
Except for the person that where’s your shoes
And there not gonna do at all for you
What you can’t do for yourself
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