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Sorry, we don't surf
01:46
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On Your Own
03:12
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Lesson learned that I mean much less than all the problems lurking in your head and though they didn't always make much sense, I guess you're better off on your own.
Waking up in this dream is endless, when you're fighting just to keep your senses. Losing hope, hoping you're not losing - all your efforts spent on building feelings.
All alone, wondering if you're at home but I could never know because this struggle's enough to keep me on my own.
Struggling to find the words to say, that I've seen better days.
All these songs I write, their words are true and I write them all for you.
Sleeping in always feeling tired - pray to God that these thoughts expire - dazed when I ran away from dealing with my world as it his the ceiling.
You and I - we will always be true - but it won't last if you don't let me help you - even though we exist in the bedroom - I've been real and I hope you have too.
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Youth Society
03:40
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Sitting at home, restless, all alone, waiting for the sun to reach out from the sky - arise - please wake me up inside; I'm tired of just getting by.
Broke and stoned, staring at your phone, is an awful way to spend your time so open up your mind and try and try to recognize how you ever got this blind.
I believe there's much more to be than settled at eighteen.
Breath, then death, is drilled into our heads - this life's a life at best.
When you're young, everything seems fun but soon enough it's clear to see that all the days spent drifting away - in the summer sun - are lost and gone.
The time is now for us to make a sound - or lose ourselves to normalcy because the day is near, when the world will here:
that this is now - the youth's society.
I'm tired
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Waves... Wait What?
02:40
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Sitting at the beach - watching as the waves crash at my feet - while I imagine life's asleep - but this trip only lasts the week.
So I will run away again - from all my problems and pretend - that I've been honest - it depends - whether I'm alone or with my friends.
How can you truly know yourself - when you're never real around someone else - the lies you've told are not unknown - and you'll be sorry when you're old - but you can still grow.
Lying in the wake of an altered world which you create - won't feel at first like a mistake but I promise you that it is fake.
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Time Enough at Last
03:37
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Days of Haze
03:51
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Yesterday feels so far away
but that's okay if I'm still sane.
All those days, spent stuck in a haze,
made me feel okay in my own pain.
Spinning in sound - away and around - from my old town.
Never looking back just hoping to keep on track.
Finding frames in time to recollect and rebuild senses from the mind that only made me blind.
Days of haze have always grounded life in grace.
There are times when you must decide
whether things are fine or in decline.
If fading away into a distant state
makes you feel okay, then daze for days.
credits
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Basement Blues Pt. 1
02:00
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Stashed away - caught in the rays of the summer sun, in a hopeless haze, afraid of all that I've never done.
Those were the days when I was young and so damn dumb but times have changed and I am ready to move on.
Just think of: the good days, the memories that you've made - forget all your mistakes, and live like - you're okay.
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8. |
Acid at Sixteen
04:30
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When I was just sixteen it was clear to me, that I had lived to see - all the functions of a fantasy - that - only existed, in my sleep.
Now, after wasting away all the sorry days when I forgot to play; the role of someone, who never grew old and never gave up on the stories they told.
Each day: I'll fade farther away ...
As a kid, life felt so sweet - but - I was quarantined.
Acid at sixteen had given me the liberty, of feeling free, if only in my dreams.
Growing up has served: to fuck all the youth out of love and to retract the thoughts of those, who never looked back to question whether their lives were fact.
Each day: I'll fade farther away . . . .
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Father Death Farewell
03:13
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On your own, feeling all alone, in a world, unknown, wondering where to call your home.
These days of haze will bring better days.
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trunkweed Baltimore, Maryland
hated most of the world, now hooked on melodies idk.
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