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1, 2, 1 2 3 4
i've got uclers in my stomach from the nightmares in my brain
can't shake that bloody feeling that something's not okay
and whether i should care or not, to me it's all the same
i lie awake in bed all night because i fear the day
i'm scared of what is yet to be, i regret all i've done
and i hate who i used to be, i hate who i've become
don't let down everyone you know, don't make your mother cry
i occupy myself all day because i fear the night
hold me
don't leave me alone
sing me to sleep
i'm so tired
hold me
don't keave me alone
let me go
just let me die
o God, make me a chrysallus and let me feel rebirth
give me to those cold, wet hands; return me to the earth
damnate me to hell my Lord, it's better off this way
i'll lie awake in hell all night so i won't fear the day
hold me
don't leave me alone
sing me to sleep
i'm so tired
hold me
don't keave me alone
let me go
just let me die (x2)
hold me
don't leave me alone
sing me to sleep
i'm so tired
hold me
don't keave me alone
let me go
just let me die (x3)
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bullet
01:47
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[TW: themes of suicide]
it's 7am, i've been up all night
the sky is bright white like it's been sterilized
and i have a headache, and i wanna die
i'm weighing the pros and cons of being alive
'cause i'm starting to think when i was 13
maybe i should've just ended it clean
maybe i'm wrong, maybe i'm right
i am still young and my future is bright
if there is a God out there, i'm asking why
watch me shoot a bullet straight into the sky
or maybe i'll fall to the ground instead
and shoot that damn bullet straight into my head
ahh
ahh
and i am so tired of making a mess
there's no longer solace inside of my bed
i see the blues and the greens and the reds
i'll shoot that damn bullet straight into my head
i see the blues and the greens and the reds
i'll shoot that damn bullet straight into my head
(x2)
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valentine my love
02:35
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she lives in a glass house
sitting pretty, looking out
tending to the shrubs (x2)
she lays a hand upon my face
waiting for her saving grace
with her lacy gloves (x2)
she loves me and i love her back
i'm the acid to her panic attack
and the worst is yet to come (x2)
the glass house will come crashing down
i'm the cat and she's the mouse
valentine my love (x2)
la-da-da-da (la-da-da-da)
la-da-da-da (la-da-da-da)
da-da-a-a
valentine my love (x2)
my lover has a gun in her hands
i put on bach, we start to dance
"don't you end it now" ("don't you end it now") (x2)
she struggles in her padded cell
i make her life a living hell
"honey, what's that sound?" ("honey, what's that sound?") (x2)
milk and whiskey, kerosine
sterilized and squeaky clean
drown her in the tub (drown her in the tub) (x2)
she's my darling rosey girl
pretty dress and golden curls
valentine my love (valentine my love) (x2)
la-da-da-da (la-da-da-da)
la-da-da-da (la-da-da-da)
da-da-a-a
valentine my love (x2)
la-da-da-da (la-da-da-da)
la-da-da-da (la-da-da-da)
la-da-da-da (la-da-da-da)
la-da-da-da (la-da-da-da)
valentine my love
(x4)
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codependent
03:08
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light reflects on windowpanes
the flowers are in bloom
the sun shines down on sweaty backs
a corpse lays in my room
and every time i'm in your car
i just stare outside
i drive through here everyday
but it feels like my first time
good morning, good night, i love you, and i'm sorry
i'm sorry
through cracks in my old porcelain mask
shoot rays of clean white light
demons born of my worst fears
they come alive at night
you shouldn't have to deal with this
it's my damn problem, not yours
i'm sorry i keep falling down
i'm weak and heavy and sore
good morning, good night, i love you, and i'm sorry (x2)
i'm sorry (x2)
ooh
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zachary
02:45
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i love you and i love your stupid face
what i'd give to melt in your embrace
your hands are full of life, your smile's warm
here exists a passion like a storm
text me every day
because i like to talk to you
on bleeding summer afternoons
or any time at all
call me every day
because i like to hear your voice
and all the things that bring you joy
so watch me as i fall
ooh
tell me everything; go on for hours
even if they're bitter sore and sour
songs you love and books that are so worn
here exists a passion like a storm
text me every day
because i like to talk to you
on bleeding summer afternoons
or any time at all
call me every day
because i like to hear your voice
and all the things that bring you joy
so watch me as i fall, i fall
ooh
here exists a passion like a storm
god, what i would give to keep you warm
do you know what you do to me (x4)
zachary (x3)
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angel
03:20
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i'll hold you close and i'll breathe you in
like taking small sips of whiskey and gin
i'll feel your body, stable and warm
while i am a lighthouse flooding after the storm
i'll keep holding on
for you
i tend to crumble and fall
when you're blue
so i'll lay here; i'll lay in your arms
in a capsule off to mars
built for two
and the earth doesn't turn right when you aren't around
so i'll look in your eyes as the sun's going down
you are my moon and my sun and my stars
and i hope you feel me wherever you are
i'll keep holding on
for you
i tend to crumble and fall
when you're blue
so i'll lay here; i'll lay in your arms
in a capsule off to mars
built for two
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the record is spinning, it's starting
the rumbling of the earth
i'm leaving your birthday party
and i tell myself:
"don't take more cake than you're worth"
and i will fall alseep in your car
roll the windows down
i won't leave heavyhanded
razors in my mouth
let's be friends forever
the pavement's hot and dry
and if you say you love me
it'll always be a lie
and i will fall asleep in your car
roll the windows down
i won't leave heavy handed
razors in my mouth
and i will fall asleep in your car
roll the windows down
i won't leave heavy handed
razors in my mouth
(haunted house, shaky breaths
the quiet creeping doom of death
shaky breaths, haunted house
i could never go without)
(x4)
i-i
without
without
without
/
we are scraps of spacedust
living on this big blue rock, playing god
money makes it go around
and all the tears you're crying now have been outlawed
i'm so sorry
i'm so very tired
and picking up the telephone is hard
it's been one of those days
where i need to feel much smaller than i am
tell me that you love me
before you have to go and leave me all alone
and all those things you said to me
i'm sure that you meant it but i just don't know
i'm so sorry
i'm so very tired
and picking up my scrappy frame is hard
it's been one of those days
where i need to feel much smaller than i am
good morning to the demons of today
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r0wan is a L0ser New Hampshire
i make penis music
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