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Balloon Boy
03:25
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Over and over
Still not getting sober.
Staying out to pass my time and thinking that I'm too old.
It's breaking what I used to be.
Second guessing my beliefs.
I'll stay inside
At least, I'll be safe there for now.
For now.
What goes up must come back down.
I'll only disappoint you.
Burnt my ego to the ground.
I'll only disappoint you.
It might be my lack of effort.
My fault for never trying.
I'm waking up past noon still feeling sick
as if I'm dying.
So, put me back together.
Reattach my spine.
Empathetic memory's a burden in my mind.
But why would I want it when you always have it?
This 8-ball of plastic says "Reply hazy; Try again"
Do you want the world or not?
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2. |
Patterns
02:53
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What's it like being the center of attention?
'Cause I've been chasing an image that I don't think I'll achieve.
I'm blinded by the hindsight
But I've gotten by with lack of sunlight.
Hiding in the shade of what I knew.
Well, maybe it's true.
It was never me, it was only you.
I tried to forget all your excuses.
The future freaks me out.
At least that's what I'm told.
Do I focus on the path ahead or dwell upon the old?
How can I complain?
I'm breathing, I'm alive.
But what's the point in living if I'm too afraid to die?
I'm making friends with the shadows on my wall.
They won't shut up about who you're with and where you are.
Come to find that this is where I belong.
My bed is empty, but I'm still sleeping with your ghost.
You told me to embrace my flaws.
So, that's just what I've done.
Put faith in someone else.
And killed off what I was.
This is where I belong.
But I'm still sleeping with your ghost.
This is where I belong.
Repeating habits I've come to accept as my own.
I contemplate giving up.
These patterns blend.
And I can't recognize myself.
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3. |
Think Happy Thoughts
04:03
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(After all, what would the world be like without Captain Hook?)
That blue dress;
You left on his bedroom floor.
Gathering dust from the night before.
It's easy when the drinks can convince you,
That nothing you will do should follow you back to the morning.
You wrote your name with a highlighter on my arm.
It left a stain at a party; now it glows in the dark.
It's such a shame, it's exactly what we are.
Soon to fade as a temporary scar.
You want to be friends,
I'd rather be dead.
Everyday's a struggle inside my brain.
(Get past today)
Haunted by the thought that I'll never change.
(I'll never change)
I'm a shell of what I once was.
Always moving to the cities searching for myself.
I still don't know if it was really love.
Or another excuse for your mental abuse.
Broke my fist against a steel wall.
No more parachutes.
Intoxicated free-fall.
I got your messages about how the past years have made you come back here, hoping for some closure again.
I have never been so low in my entire life.
Wandering the campus halls for what felt like the last time.
I wonder how far up this parking lot goes?
Would it be enough?
I'm a coward, I guess I'll never know.
(I'll never know)
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