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On Lend
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I woke up your bed of emptiness
Your silhouette, like me, was still depressed
I noticed the vacuum that was left
Of your head being buried into my chest
So I pulled my guitar up to my breast
And tried to match the rhythm of your breath
It was a country song, go figure, and a waltz
Counting tempos in 3s
One for you and one for me
And one for every second that I had to be
Alone, with my faults
Like how when you're around I can't peel my eyes
From everybody else
And when you're gone my wandering gaze
Has always seemed to have followed along
Or when you're here there's nothing I want
To say or hear from you my dear
But when you're gone all I want
Is to talk or text all night long
So when you're here I best pretend
It's an empty nest until the end
And that our time is always on lend
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Paint in the Cave
05:58
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Craig was the biggest shithat I'd ever met, God knows I loved him to death
Georgia peach come to rot in the North West,
He wore his heart on his sleeve cause there was none in his chest
He taught me, "You give what you need most,"
Right before he slit my throat
Stole our car and the only girl I'd ever known
And headed down the coast
I came back as a vengeful spirit
Possessed that Dodge Dart and revved it
Wrapped it's nose around a telephone pole
Now he speaks in memes and movie scenes
About things that can't be unseen
And he paints in his cave about the things he would say
If the shadows would come and play
Away from their flames
But his fate was so unsatisfying
With remorse I spend each night hanging from his ceiling
And Craig finds some release
In the fact that someone is watching
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Sorrow Porn
05:07
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Let's pray for warmth in our brick box coffin
Where we paint our pleas to a vacant heaven
That went out business long before we could see it's splendor
Do you remember the owner operator
Yeah, he was kinda a jerk
Always thought he had the answers
But he'd never show his work
These days other people's lies seem more innocent than mine
And I can't let myself get away with saying everything is fine
And I'm sorry, Jack, I didn't get to know you better
No amount of clean living will wash away
The black mold or front porch charades
Where we taught each other to turn troubles into games
I'm so fucking tired of trying to outsmart myself
Putting on airs just to bare my own smell
All this sadboi sorrow porn is just cutting my loss
You can't make yourself a martyr by latching your own cross
So let's just call a spade a spade
I never really ran away
That'd require furnishings, anchoring, anything
To have fled
You're better off adrift than dead
But I know well enough when this is the state your in
Best call your friends from whatever state your in
And they'll remind that you're loved
And you never had to leave to begin again
Even if you had to leave and begin again
And yeah, you've committed some egregious sins
But if you're honest and you own them
It can't be as bad as it could have been
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