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Overgrown
00:52
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I'm drifting out of the dream
I placed myself in long ago
I've got moss growing in my mind
and snakes for collarbones
I want to tear them off
and give them a new home
The current garden in my mind
has become overgrown
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2. |
Peach Paint
01:38
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My walls are bare
just like my skin
I want to paint them both
feel the ink sink in
and when I wake up
I'll feel brand new
The emptiness will fade
I'll clean the mud off my shoes
But as of now I'll cry in my room
and hope the happiness you've been pretending to have finds you soon
Inspiration hits me
as snow drips from the sky
the stoplight glows above me
but I don't have time to write
I'm diving into a world
I created when I was young
It's such a mysterious feeling
a strange, yet comfortable one
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3. |
Gum
01:36
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I'm stuck like gum
on the bottom of your shoe
I like what I've done,
but now unsure what to do
I like staying in
as much as going out
so every choice I make
is decorated with doubt
I start a lot of conversations,
but sometimes wish I hadn't
I start a lot of conversations
with people I wish I hadn't
Have I mentioned
I can't make up my fucking mind
about anything that I do
in this trivial life
But wait
What if it means more
than what you think
and what I'm hoping for
Oh, wait
there I go again
thinking about the things my friends
say that I shouldn't
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4. |
To My Walls
02:06
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Sometimes I really feel like singing,
so I'll drive my car and blast
the songs my soul needs hearing,
but right now I'm out of gas
Looking for a coping mechanism
to deal with all the pain
that automatically comes with living
because if I don't
I'll go insane
Sometimes I really feel like writing,
but I can never find a pen
I need a place to spill my thoughts out
and I'd hate to burden my friends
So I'll sing to my walls
and ignore the world beyond them
while I wait for you to call
or until this downcast ends
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5. |
Jeff
03:37
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I met this cool guy the other night
He was from San Diego
Had many regrets concerning college
How he ended up here, I don't know
I don't know why the sky doesn't look real anymore
or why our plans fell through
So let's just hang out in the clouds
See where that takes us
Are we ever coming down
I don't know
I'm not done messing around
til I'm out of paper
and I'll write all of it down,
so one day I'll know
He wore vans on his feet
Way too scared to get married
Because the constant change within us all
Might result in things ending rather badly
But the shoes you wear won't tell your story
You're still writing dear, so do not worry
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6. |
The Fear of Missing Out
01:57
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I'm tired of wanting something more
I'm sick of using the same two chords
Something different, something new
Oh, this has already been used
Has anyone said anything about
How the wrong decisions scream so loud
Is everything that happens meant to be
or do I just fuck up constantly
They'll love you just the same
So why is my absence driving me insane
I'm not sure what it is I'm trying to say
I'm not sure that you care anyway
Where I am is where I'm meant to be
Why is that so hard to believe
Has this been just another wasted day
My mind is hungry to create
The thought of disappointing you
Makes it harder to come through
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7. |
What is Life
02:31
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What is life for you today?
Is it beauty or is it pain?
Are you aware of the wars or
the swaying of the trees?
Thoughts will drift and melt and
get lost within the leaves.
But all I am aware of at this moment
is what you mean to me
Is your life uneventful and causing you dismay?
Or is it your attitude making life feels this way?
Emotions twist and flip
Are you ready for the change?
So soak in all the colors and tell me,
what is life for you today?
Hold your breath and count to three
Let's see what we can be
Or are you caught up in life's so called misery?
The sky wants you to see it's blissful simplicity.
Let go, 3-2-1, let's lay under this tree
It's a new day
a kind that feels so freeeeeee
Today I am in love
what a precious life it is
It's sunny, warm, and tender
I believe it wants a kiss
I will press my lips against the grass
and soak all of it in because tomorrow may not
feel like this again
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8. |
Hippie on the Couch
02:21
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I woke up to a hippie on my couch
this month's been really trippy and the ceiling is so loud
but now it's June and the furniture's all quieted down
The wind's an interesting concept
I'm just glad the grass isn't brown
What will we do with opportunities found?
Live in each moment, but how much savoring of old ones is allowed?
What will we do and how will you react?
To what you have no control over
Separate the feelings from the facts.
Thank you to the wind
It makes me feel so free
but now unfortunately my kites is stuck in a tree
Her lovely branches reminds me of ones I used to climb
I have so many friends, but such limited time
So I'll climb this tree instead of cry and complain
Life is a mindset so please don't waste the day
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9. |
Nworgrevo
00:51
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Skinned Knees Ypsilanti, Michigan
spiritual being having a human experience :D
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