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hot wax and hot oil running thru ur fingers is mourning too
no one died but birth is a kind of death too
u will allow strangers to lick the grief from ur neck and chest
all the people u love are doing drugs in other states
no one died but birth is a kind of death too
i am so scared to get older
i am so scared to get sober
chewing ur nails when a song comes on ur playlist is eulogy too
death is a kind of birth too
strangers will worry and ask if ur alright
u will stay awake thru the night death is a kind of birth too
scared to get older
scared to get sober
mayb i am flying too low
maybe i can still see the ground
r u scared to get older?
r u scared to get sober? :'(
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2day
02:32
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my wounds r fresh like ur outlook on life
glad we can be close without feeling like i wanna die
funny that they think ive been around a few times
no more rainy days i wont b filled w pity
change how i define feeling worth it feeling pretty
i will always b naive (so what!)
wished so hard to be something worthy
now things feel guilty
was it rude of me to bring u back into ur bedroom
angel burnt book let me drown
i will be clean and i will still be around
i want you to know how fast my heart is beating
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dumb rules
01:34
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our arms were so close we almost touched
makes it hard to believe that we speak the same language
but we are not the same species
i can still feel indents from where tongues used to be
used to eat the feelings off of me
i can still feel all the words i made
i am scared like all cars look the same with their headlights on
scared like im sorry i havent seen u
scared like i was wrong
scared like i miss u too
u r strong like this feeling will pass
strong like the way u lie
strong like forgetting the past
strong like u have sorry eyes
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this is the first time round im human
i am wound so tightly i might explode
i am filthy and i flinch when clean hands come near
i think u know i think u know
when i ask u what light u see in me
i am asking u not to touch me
u are so pure
i could never be a part of it
i should treat myself kindly
but i will stick to the ceiling
or stick to someone new
ex lover make deep roots inside all my friends
stay stay stay away from me
dont dont dont touch me
please
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kiddos
01:26
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foggy vision travel through time
my life ticks by i cant remember a thing
a sucker soul lost in a dream
honey suckles off pink roses
all i will not block from memory
pretty but it seems so sad
romaticize a life u thought would be rosey and kind
grinding my teeth 12345
i remember too much
not enough
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ColoradoBaggage
02:00
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ill come home at 2 am with all the lonely ppl
when u cant c me anymore
i am too small to c with the naked eye
i have not gone deaf yet but i cannot hear u
i did not mean to love u so hard
i c u you'll break my heart
i did not mean to love u this hard
u r every purple bruise
u r every purple bruise
i did not mean to love u so hard
cut me loose
cut me loose
i will miss the way my chest sinks into urs
how ur drowsy eyes look
i will miss the strange feelings
i will miss ur heart
i did not mean to love u this hard
cut me loose
cut me loose
i did not mean to love u so hard
purple bruise
i will miss u
purple bruise
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