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tell me what to do
when i get home all
scratched and bruised
i'm licking all my wounds
anything to heal them soon
and i think
when i taste blood
inside my mouth
i feel alive
i feel alive
daylight, night time
what's the difference now
it all blurs into colors
and words i can't pronounce
i want to take a different route
but i don't know how
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do you find it so much harder than me
to sit and watch me get eaten alive
by the thoughts that wake me in my sleep
on the nights that i feel everything
but i swear that i’m well aware
how i take curses and make them prayers
we’ll pretend that i wasn’t scared if you want to
i swear that i’m well aware
how i take curses and make them prayers
there’s a monster under the stairs
i think it wants you
i see it watch you
every time you walk through
now it’s black
and you’re in love with broken teeth
and every broken part of me
when it’s dark i feel warm beneath the sheets
i guess that’s why i couldn’t leave
but i swear that i’m well aware
how i take curses and make them prayers
we’ll pretend that i wasn’t scared if you want to
i swear that i’m well aware
how i take curses and make them prayers
there’s a monster under the stairs
don’t let it haunt you
because it’ll haunt you
when i think that i’m under fire
it feels like i’m underwater
i know that i must look tired
i hope i can meet your father
it feels like i’m under fire
i swear that i’m underwater
why does everything make me tired
i hope i can meet your father
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please be the one that i saw in my dreams
turn an open field to my favorite thing
but i don’t know why the night’s so cold
i was closing both eyes in the dark
and i’m singing ‘la da da’
i don’t know where home is anymore
so i’m singing ‘la da da’
the vultures have clawed my eyes and picked my bones
i’m singing ‘la da da’
it feels like i’m made of blood and spit and rain
i’m singing ‘la da da’
i promise i’ll find you the second i feel okay
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go ahead and work with your hands
form the calluses that harden them
and start molding something new out of clay
and in the dead of night it'll take a shape
just don't call me indescribable
because it makes me uncomfortable
i just wanted for you to find your way
without me
could you do it without me
because you want something i can't be
so promise me you'll work on yourself
don't waste all that love on someone else
because there's always something new in the way
sometimes i make a friend
just to make mistakes
so don't call me indescribable
because it makes me uncomfortable
i just wanted for you to find your way
and i've always had this fear that i'm
not real enough to be described
so i'm learning to adapt to everything
but i don't know if you want to
fall in love with a costume
i guess there's nothing to stop you
because doesn't it all go back to the way it has to
it always gives you a chance to run before it attacks you
so show me what you made with your hands
i treat the memory like contraband
and keep it in a dark hidden cave
but eventually it wants to see the day
that’s why i'm welcoming a wandering eye
it's the assurance that you'll be alright
if i wake up one day and decide
that the distance is more like a dimming light
because everything is just a compromise
between the out of touch and the stuck inside
and i'm stuck inside
but doesn't it all go back to the way it has to
it always gave you a chance to run when it didn't have to
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help me
03:35
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favorite life
is there something want, dear?
making strides
but i don't belong here
help me help me
help me help me
help me help me
why doesn't it help me?
i've been having such a fucked up dream
where you bite your tongue off sitting next to me
and my body's frozen like a figurine
and you say, "did you even notice that i began to bleed?"
and it all goes out of focus and i hear you start to scream
help me help me
help me help me
help me help me
god, wont you help me?
help me help me
help me help me
help me help me
you promised you'd help me
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on a tv that no one saw
03:34
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t's crazy, isn't it?
how much they call you crazy
and it may be figurative
it's just they called my mother crazy
it just rolls off the tongue
and you swear that you don't even mean it as an insult
but you can go where you want
and i can't
it's got to the point
where i'm not destroyed
at least not quite like i used to be
it hits me in waves
and it spits in my face
and i say, "thank you" and go back to sleep
and you ask me how i always do that
i said, "i guess i've always had the practice"
but if i can only go and do that
without placing my body on the mattress
post-modern art
kaiser hospital parking lot
rose, corner shot
on a tv that no one saw
and you ask me how i always do that
i said, "i guess i've always had the practice"
but if i can only go and do that
without placing my body on the mattress
it would change my life
it would change my life
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