1. |
O-bye-O
02:17
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I'm digging through a bottle of some antihistamines.
I'm having a reaction to the things you do to me.
Everybody wonders why I dream in black and white,
with visions of euphoria in my sight.
The thrill from pills won't get me by,
when loneliness is a friend of mine.
Forgotten words, forgotten rhymes,
will all be found in time.
Don't want to be an idol, who's been dying all along,
but every single song I sing is my redemption song.
Use what little light you've left to guide my way back to,
the comfort that I find within a spoon.
Nicotine and morphine dreams,
are what my life has come to be.
Forgotten words, forgotten rhymes,
will all be found in time.
Nicotine and morphine dreams,
aren't what my life is supposed to be.
Forgotten words, forgotten rhymes,
will all be found in time.
They'll come around in time.
To get me through the night.
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Everything I've wanted and more,
is scattered on the living room floor.
I know I might seem crazy,
when I'm strung out, on all fours,
searching for everything I've wanted and more.
I seem to have a knack for falling short,
when succumbing to the sting I've known before.
It doesn't seem to faze me,
when I'm knocking on death's door,
searching for everything I've wanted and more.
If I tore myself wide open, would you sew my wounds back shut?
If I left this trail of organs, would you pick them all back up?
Would you walk that trail behind me to make sure I don't get too far?
Although my soul may wander I end up right back where you are.
All you really wanted was more,
than being pushed aside and swept off shore.
You tell me that it's too late,
you can't take this anymore.
I swear you were everything I've wanted and more.
You were everything I've wanted and more.
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3. |
Window
05:44
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If I could be your window darling,
then you could be my mirror.
I know you see right through me,
and make me see myself more clear.
I didn't mean it if I caused you grief,
or took you by surprise,
but I'm making you a witness,
to the scene of my demise.
You're cordially invited to a show in which I star.
It's a story of a man who's far too good at hiding scars.
Subconscious starts to wither underneath his own remorse.
How could he lock himself away when he's no good at closing doors?
You could make me smile, for a little while.
If I could be your window darling,
then you could be my mirror.
I know you see right through me,
and make me see myself more clear.
I didn't mean it if I caused you grief,
or took you by surprise,
but I'm making you a witness,
to the scene of my demise.
He's lying in the gutter, absorbing all the rain.
The crowd can only watch as he repeats the same refrain.
He burns himself with cigarettes, to see if he feels pain.
He knows he'll stick himself again, to kill it all away.
You could make me smile, for a little while.
If I could be your window darling,
then you could be my mirror.
I know you see right through me,
and make me see myself more clear.
I didn't mean it if I caused you grief,
or took you by surprise,
but I'm making you a witness,
to the scene of my demise.
Sold my soul for pins and needles, to prick my graphene skin.
Ask my demons for a refund, to sell it all again.
I'd ask you for a shot or two, when life just ain't much fun,
and all the good in me is dead but all I'm shooting is a gun.
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4. |
Almost Better
02:37
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Everyone's standing in line,
everyone's taking a number,
to be the one who knows you.
Desperately planting my seeds,
desperately clinging to nothing.
I know my order tonight.
Appear to be drowning in plight.
Appear to be violently swimming,
to be the one who holds you.
Awake but I'm dreaming again,
of a past where I'm good and you love me,
but I feel cold.
Though I feel that I'm estranged and under the weather,
I'm almost better.
When the weight of the world is as light as a feather,
I'm almost better.
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