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Good Morning
02:15
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Shelf Life
04:43
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I am not a conquest.
You didn’t pay me. Please, I am not your whore.
I’m not as cute on the inside so keep dressing me up like a doll
or I am bound to disappoint you.
We are all just actors in this play
Some of us are method and I’m afraid
I’m afraid to show you. I’m afraid to be fully portrayed.
cause I am hideous, its not just a character I play.
I want you to have this memory
Of when I was perfect in your mind
Before you ever knew me at all.
Put me on the shelf
I look so pretty behind the glass
I don’t want you to see what becomes of me
You are not my problem
Don’t be so narcissistic
If you were my problem
You would be long gone
You are not my savior
I don't need a savior
If this were such a quick fix
Don't you think I would have fixed it by now
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Vacant Lot
03:25
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Thin line climbing up my back
He filled it with water, it turned into a crack
The walls start to crumble, foundation is gone
I’m just a vacant lot now
The levies were leaking and I couldn’t see
Till the water was seeping and running towards me
I wanted to run but the ground starts to give
The wood’s given in to rot now
He was the storm that took me down
Swoll up my arms and pinned me to the ground
I’ll never build my home again
In a volatile town such a volatile town
I’m just a vacant lot now
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Tell me a story, Tell me a story
I don’t want to know the truth
Tell me, Tell me a lie
Tell me a lie, Tell me a lie
Take this non-fiction, Change it’s Depiction
I don’t want to tell the truth
Write me, Write me a line
Write me a line, Write me a line
I don’t know what I should do
Why don’t we just re-write the truth, make it new
We can pretend there’s nothing wrong
As long as we’re listening to our songs
nothing’s wrong, nothing’s right, nothing’s wrong
Let’s go back to when we were kids
And undo the awful things that we did
You were an angel child, I was an angel child
We’d make mama sigh with our fingers like knives
Spend most of our lives on thin ice
The blood that you let was warm and red
It kept me healthy strong and fed
I hated you, how I hated you
We’d make daddy cry with out mouth full of spite
Spend all of our lives, trying to take all of it back
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Mouth
03:08
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The lump in your throat is enormous and obvious
I can’t tell if your sick or your scared.
God it hurts my Mouth
The look on my face says I’m sorry you love me
You look starved, I can count all your bones
God it hurts my Mouth
God it hurts my Mouth
When I speak out against her
When my skins falling off and the flowers are dead
On the grave where you left them to try to forget
But you can’t your a wreck you’ll just lie in that bed
And I’ll be lying with you.
God it hurts my Mouth
To tear you into pieces
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