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Hurts To Breathe
03:56
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WERE YOU THINKING OF ME
WHEN I WAS THINKING OF YOU
OR WERE YOU ONLY WONDERING
IF I WAS THINKING OF YOU
I SHOULDA THOUGHT ABOUT YOU MORE
WHEN YOU WERE STILL AROUND
WHEN MY BRAIN STILL HAD ROOM FOR
TO KEEP A LOST AND FOUND
NOW IT'S ONE IN, ONE OUT
SOMETIMES THE GOOD GETS TOSSED
RIGHT OUT WITH THE BATH WATER
LIKE THAT BABY OF OURS YOU LOST
SOMETIMES IT HURTS TO BREATHE
NO LONGER YOUNG ENOUGH TO KNOW EVERYTHING
SOMETIMES IT HURTS WHEN I LEAVE
WITH YOU FINGERING MY HEART STRINGS
MY HEART STRINGS
AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT
I HEARD YOUR MOMMA DIED LAST SPRING
I COULDA SWORE I SAW HER IN JUNE
SHE HAD THAT SAME OLD WALK YOU BOTH SHARED
COULDN'T HAVE BEEN HER BUT MAYBE IT WAS
BABY, IT WAS YOU
SOMETIMES IT HURTS TO BREATHE
NO LONGER YOUNG ENOUGH TO KNOW EVERYTHING
SOMETIMES IT HURTS WHEN I LEAVE
WITH YOU FINGERING MY HEART STRINGS
MY HEART...
SOMETIMES IT HURTS TO BREATHE
NO LONGER YOUNG ENOUGH TO KNOW EVERYTHING
SOMETIMES IT HURTS WHEN I LEAVE
WITH YOU FINGERING MY HEART STRINGS
AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT
ALL YOUR FAULT
ALL YOUR FAULT
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Bleed
04:08
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I'VE BEEN TRYING TO QUIT DAMAGING MY BRAIN
I MOSTLY DON'T TAKE JUMPS I'M NOT SURE I CAN MAKE
AND I
SPLIT THIS GODDAM TOOTHPICK
AND PUT A SPLINTER IN MY TONGUE
INSTEAD OF QUELLING MY FIXATION
I FOUND A NEW WAY TO ME BLEED
TO MAKE MYSELF BLEED
I QUIT CIGARETTES STARTING SEEING COFFIN NAILS
I QUIT RIDING MY BIKE WITH NO HANDS
THEN I
ATE SOME TRUCK STOP PIZZA
AND BURNT THE SHIT OUT OF MOUTH
INSTEAD OF PLUGGING MY PANGS
EVERYTHING TASTES LIKE STEEL
IT ALL TASTES LIKE BLEEDING
PUT YOUR HEAD IN THIS HOLE
PUT YOUR HEAD IN THIS HOLE
PUT YOUR HEAD IN THIS HOLE
TELL ME WHAT DO YOU FEEL
CAN YOU TELL IF IT'S BREATHING
DOES IT HAVE TEETH
FOR TEARING OF MEAT
DOES IT KNOW HOW I BLEED
DOES IT KNOW HOW I BLEED
KNOW HOW I
KNOW HOW I
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Spending Time
03:36
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SPENDING MY DAYS LIKE I'M RUNNING OUT OF TIME
LOOK BACK IN FEAR THAT I'M NOT SPENDING THEM RIGHT
AND NO ONE REALLY KNOWS WHY I'M WOUND UP SO TIGHT
NO ONE REALLY KNOWS WHY
SPENDING A DAY LIKE I'M MADE OUT OF TIME
BINGING DIMERA ERA DAYS OF OUR LIVES
NO ONE REALLY KNOWS HOWM UCH TIME PASSES BY
IN A ROOM WITH NO EXTERNAL LIGHT
I DRANK TOO MUCH
WE TOUCHED ON THINGS THAT
SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN TOUCHED UPON
THE NIGHT RAGGED ON
SO WE TOUCHED THINGS THAT
SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN TOUCHED
WAS IT ALL MUCH TOO MUCH TOO MUCH TOO MUCH
SPENDING TIME LIKE I'M MADE OUT OF DAYS
CAN COUNT ON NO ONE TO ESTABLISH MY PACE
NO ONE REALLY KNOWS HOW IT ENDS UP WITH WAY
NO ONE REALLY KNOWS
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New Knife, Old Wound
05:17
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I'M TRYING TO MAKE CHOICES
BETWEEN TWO BAD OPTIONS
TO BEAT THE ODDS
INTO BLOODY SIXES
A HEALTHY DISTRUST
OF WHAT I SEE IN THE REARVIEW
KEEP THE SMOKE AND THE DUST
RIGHT WHERE I CAN SEE 'EM
LIKE A KNIFE
IN AN OLD WOUND
A SLUG SET STRAIGHT
IN IT'S SALT TOMB
LIKE A KNIFE
MY SMILE'S GONE GREY
COFFEE AND SMOKE
LATE NIGHT STAYS
ON HARDWOOD FLOORS
DISENCHANTED, DISILLUSIONED
THIS DISTILLATION OF WISH FULFILLMENT
DESENSITIZED BY STRANGE LIGHTS
AND PASSING COLLISIONS
IF IT COMES TO TRADING BLOWS
LET'S GO
OR DISAPPEAR INTO
SOME COMPLETE UKNOWN
MY SMILE'S GONE GREY
COFFEE AND SMOKE
LIKE A KNIFE
IN AN OLD WOUND
A SLUG SET STRAIGHT
IN ITS SALT TOMB
A NEW STRING SNAPS
IN AN OLD BOOT
A PECULIAR CRACK
IN YOUR NEW GOLD TOOTH
LIKE A KNIFE
IN
IN AN OLD WOUND
WE GO WALKING HAND IN HAND
STRAIGHT INTO THE SHARPENED KNIFE
ALL GOOD CHILDREN GO TO BED
THINKING THEY'LL SURVIVE THE NIGHT
WE GO WALKING HAND IN HAND
STRAIGHT INTO THE SHARPENED KNIFE
IF YOU WILL NOT THINK FOR YOURSELF
YOU HAD BETTER LEARN YOUR LINES
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Fading Line
04:21
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WHEN I'M ALONE I FEEL LIKE MYSELF
MY TRUE SELF
AND WHEN I'M WITH YOU I'M WEARING A MASK
TO FEEL MORE LIKE I'M ALONE
AND SOMETIMES IT'S THE RIGHT TIME
TO BE BOLD
AND I GO ON AND ON
OH
LIKE A FADING LINE
LIKE A FADING LINE
WHEN IT'S A PARTY I'M COUNTING CORNERS
COUNTING BODIES
THERE'S A GIRL IN THE KITCHEN I'VE BEEN WANTING TO TALK TO
SEEMS TOO FAR TO GO
AND SOMETIMES ITS THE RIGHT TIME
TO BE BOLD
AND I GO ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON
OH
LIKE A FADING LINE
LIKE A FADING LINE
IF NOT FOR YOU I'D BE WORSE
AND SOMETIMES ITS THE RIGHT TIME TO BE BOLD
LIKE A FADING LINE
A FADING LINE
LEAVE ME TO WASH AWAY
CUT UPON THE BROKEN FRAME
ALL THE COLOR REMAINS THE SAME
IT'S A TRICK PLAYED BY THE EYE
A FADING LINE
A FADING LINE...
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