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Honeyblood
02:03
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Make me rain make me rain make me rain make me rain make me rain make me rain make me rain make me rain
They said you been drinking in hurt
Like water in the desert
How are you so lost?
Where are you going now?
Sand sifting on shifting ground
Only one way to find out
Wait
Wait
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Altitude Sickness
04:48
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I may look burnt but I'm really just sunkissed
Moon-walkin on mountains bc it's ok if there's cliffs
I'll stay sharp and stay true to the structures that save me
Knowing they're just as unsafe as what or who preys me
I don't need nothing I don't want nothing I dont have nothing
But I'll show you something if you show me yours
Until we're bored
Let my dirty feet hang dangling leave my hairbrained schemes frayed and tangling
Whistle while I work on my endless list of chores
With room for more room I know that I'll always want more
By myself I'll never get bored
Feeling like dying but feeling so young
Feeling like trying but even that seems so dumb
Keeping the self self-deprecated as to reel in reasons for the self to feel jaded
Looking back on the past on those that you've hated noticing how closely you and them are related
Afraid of the dark so you leave the lights on
Afraid to leave your mark for what that mark may become
Why fly when it makes the risk of falling so damn high
When it'll never be enough just tryna get by
Fucked it all up in attempt to perfect and pry
Just got too damn impatient waitin for the paint to dry
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3. |
Boy From Mars
06:09
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Moon-watching lit by stars
In part with passing cars
Venus not hung too far
You made my hipbones grind against those jagged rocks
You made it simple to destroy my mental blocks
Don't mind the bruising from your heartrate-inducing
We could go so much higher
No need to be confusing there's no damned excusing
Boy you make me so inspired
Reach your hand inside my open jar
Pick the forbidden fruit that makes your heart ajar
Am I a moth to flame will you leave my wings black n charred?
I've got these pitfalls like minefields in quicksand
And you're so sinful you got the devil at your hand
Don't mind the bruising from your welcomed abusing
We could go so much higher
I need to be refusing there's no damned excusing
But you make me feel desire(d)
I may be worn out from these wayward scars
And burnt out from all these wildfires that spread to far
I'd rather watch your hands pull the strings on other things from afar
I been stokin' this spark that I fear will never blaze
And I know I'm to blame for all these weary days
Don't mind the bruising from your reckless using
You could go so much higher
I need to be reclusing there's no damned excusing
Cuz it makes me so inspired
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Made to Break
03:36
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Weeks of construction for seconds of construction
It ain't blindly wasteful just the way we function
Years of induction for seconds of destruction
It may seem more timely just to make some assumption
We're guilty of gluttony there's really no denying
Done dirty so long now we ain't even really trying
It's a joke there's no hope
We know these truths are still lying
Don't keep tabs on bad habits
Oh we know because they're oh so satisfying
Every day I wake (/wait?) is death defying
Unfulfilled full of shame with damn near no refrain
Seeking solace in saying it's all part of some game
(k)no(w) never the same is the way change
Even if/when the wheels fall off and roll astray
Refine again to refind again
Define again to defy again
Shed light and dark on the highs and lows within
Hold tight hang loose to the noose scratchin at your skin
Cuz all you really know is what the senses take in
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For Your Eyes Only
05:07
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Frantically scrambling from insanity demons
Tho I know I'll wise up~it's for fun
Setting alarms for fear that I'll sleep in
Tho I know I'll rise up with the sun
Fighting the lull till adequate need for sleep seeps in
Biting the bullet till your enamel wears too thin
Spiraling downward counter-clockwise
Fast flashback to vastly absent black bad times
Resented reverting still regurgitating the mantras made up in your prime
I'm whatever you happen to want me to be
I can't help just what it is your eyes only see
Who was it I held to my heroin heart so heartfelt tenderly
Only those who feel foreign to that heart's vessel that seems to make up me
Lightening on my hips~thunder in my knees
Biting lower lips under shielding sheets
Heavy as your disposition
Law based off fleeting conditions
Speak with such concrete conviction
You must be so sure
Tell me of your strange suspicions
Habits based off old tradition
Preach like it's not an addiction
You must be so sure
No worries it's nothing that my heart can't take
Honey can't you tell my heart's too damn soft to break
Counting down play-by-play my past mistakes
Wondering why you're wandering round my vast void headspace
I'm whatever you happen to want me to be
I can't help just what it is your eyes only see
Who was it I held to my heroin heart so heartfelt tenderly
Only those revealed foreign to that heart's vessel that seems to make up me
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Dreamy crooning accompanied by looped ukulele compositions with a focus on esoteric symbolism, consumerism, human nature, and emotional introspection.
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