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Born With A Deathwish
02:45
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There's no hope, not a prayer that could save me
As I attempt to make sense screaming incohearency
I was born with a deathwish
It's coming to fruition
The only thing I'll leave behind is tears within my parents eyes
This life I stumbled into
This part I can't potray
I didn't ask for this
And I've laid out and bled
This inevitable plan
While you all just bob your heads and pretend to understand
Am I getting through to you now?
Do you even pay attention when I'm screaming out loud
My mind is getting weak
So just don't be surprised
If I exit out the back without saying goodbye
There's no room in this world for people like me
My messiah complex it is starting to bleed
Because I believe in natural selection
And I believe that it's coming for me
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Incoherent
02:15
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What have I done with myself?
I just don't know the answer to that question anymore
Thought I could pretend I didn't care about who was listening
But it's fake. I'm just a fake and nothing more
Still have no meaning for my question, no hope for an answer
And the feeling in my gut is getting worse
Is it the constant urge to make myself get better
Or the sinking feeling I'll never make something of myself?
I don't know
What if I just stayed the same?
Would it keep me writing down my pleas and questions?
What if I tried to get better?
Would the tape recorder stop and would I quit and drop to pen?
Everyone just wants something to relate to
And my pain is just something to bop your head to
Something for you to sing along to
For you to connect and for me to expose
So I guess if it's the best option for the future
I'll keep bleeding out frustration and remorse
Never mind the better choice for my well being
I'll take this blessing before I can shed this curse
So if I fade away and sink into irrelevance
I will take solace in the fact that I was heard
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December 2012
01:36
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If I had to choose between a life of talking to people
Faking my emotions for the sake of conversation
And a life of isolation buried deep in my pillow
The latter is the one I'd always chose
I don't even know what I'm saying these days
I'm rarely in the moment
I'm nothing but a presence
When I'm stumbling my way through incoherent speech
I'm nothing but a burden
And I just think back to winter
December 2012
Walking through the cemetery
When I tried to hold your hand
But it wouldn't stop shaking
Sweaty palm and medicated smiles
Kept our fingers from interlocking
And I think I finally understand
Why you died at 17 to permenatley live the dream
I recognize the sacrifice
20 years being alive and I'm still barely living
You made your bed in a coffin and I continue to breathe
I think of you often
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Chest Compressions
01:45
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I'm homesick for a place I know doesn't exist
It's been two months since I found you lifeless on the floor
I never saw myself doing chest compressions, but I've been wrong before
We put an ad in the paper for the house I swore I'd always leave
Now what I wouldn't give to wash my hands beer thst kitchen sink
So stay with me for the month at least
While I try to fill up boxes with all my memories
I've been walking through this house alone, but I still feel you hear
Just doing simple things, like getting mad at me
Or getting up to grab a beer
But you're gone
So I'll put on this facade
Convince everyone I'm strong
While they keep telling me I'll soon move on, but I keep hearing
Two more days till funeral
Two more trips to the hospital
I could help you
At least try to
While I can't bring him back to life, I could breathe life back into you
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Blue
02:41
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Bet you were glad that these songs weren't about you
But you still occupy my mind from time to time
You forgetting me
I'm thinking of you
I wonder what you're doing there across the big blue
Or how you are
Truth is I haven't truly loved someone the way I loved you
Or even tried
It's not even an option anymore
You'd think after three years I'd be fine, but my heart only breaks more with time
You were my first and you will be my last
And I'm fine with that,
But my mouth keeps writing cheques that my heart can't cash
I'm sure I'll be over you some day
But for now I'm locked inside my room, writing songs about you
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