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Filled With Ghost
03:49
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I'm dying to blame you
For all the shit that I put you through
Hurtful words and all my mistakes
I wish I could take it back and what I become
(And I know I'll be fine, And I know I'll be be fine)
Can't you see that I'm falling apart, from these
Bad habits and broken heart
Feels like I can never win
I'm always rotting from within
I guess I'll never see you again, I guess I'll never see you
This time, I lost my head
Wanted to have it all, but lost you instead
And it's so hard to admit
That I wrong and I'll live with it
(And I know I'll be fine, And I know I'll be fine)
Can't you see that I'm falling apart, from these
Bad habits and broken heart
Feels like I can never win
I'm always rotting from within
I guess I'll never see you again, I guess I'll never see you
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Infield Fly
03:19
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After one million tries, it's time to finally say goodbye
I was bringing you down anyways, you were getting the best of me
It never mattered how close we were, every conversation was a blur
Only saying what we don't mean, to protect our own feelings
Like children after school, upside down without a clue
The playground's a conflict zone, and it's hard when you're on your own
And all the places that we saw, worth nothing like stores in shopping malls
Life more than of mice and men, but I wonder if I'll ever have a friend like you again
And in the end you will fall
To the ground just like a ball
Before it lands you hear the call
Infield fly, you've lost it all
Why can't you see, that this is killing me
I'm on to you and everything you do
I am through
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Spitting Teeth
03:45
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I'm holding it all inside. Living in places I want to die. You are my wallpaper.
So many feelings I tried to repress. Buried inside the mess that you left. Now I'm drinking to try and forget. And now you see me for who I am. Why do we always hurt the ones that we love. I don't know what to say.
Sometimes, awake at night. I start looking back on my life. I start thinking of all my mistakes. And how much I haven't changed. I never wanted to end up like this. 25 and nothing to show. Things were looking up when you were arounds. But now I'm all alone and falling down.
Living in places. Holding it all inside.
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Somedays
02:25
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Somedays I wake up
Hangover's got the best of me
I can't get out of bed
Regrets are all that I can see
The girl I cared about
I didn't tell her that I care
The goals that I have
I just don't have the energy
And in the end, I think I'll drink myself to sleep
It's not ideal, but fuck responsibility
The weight of the world, I'm so good at ignoring it
And in the end this is where I want to be
Next rounds on me
Went down to the liquor store
Bought a case of Pabst just like the night before
And I will drink until I can not think
I won't call it until I puke in the sink
Oh, one day when it didn't go wrong
6am and I'm so far gone
Fuck it, I'll have another beer
Funny how things seem so clear
And I don't care, I don't care
And in the end, I think I'll drink myself to sleep
It's not ideal, but fuck responsibility
The weight of the world, I'm so good at ignoring it
And in the end this is where I want to be
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