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Baptized In Dirty Water
03:25
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cant you see im tore up from the floor up why salt the wounds?
cant you see im tore up from the floor up why salt the wounds?
cant you see ive had a bad day, a bad week, a bad month, a bad year
and thats whats making me so goddamn bitter
light of my life where are you tonight as im falling asleep alone
my little pitter patter turned to a heart attack when i know youre not coming home
so run your hands round the back of my neck
and tell me ill be fine, if i just breathe
run your fingers down my arm til theyre
stuck in between mine, hold on tight
cant you see im tore up from the floor up why salt the wounds?
cant you see im tore up from the floor up why salt the wounds?
cant you see ive had a bad day, a bad week, a bad month, a bad year
and thats whats making me so goddamn bitter
she was head to toe in black with lingerie to match
shes the kind that can stop your heart
shes figured out her hips and shes figured out her lips
they can always catch my eye
so lick your lips and climb next to this for just another night
and ill be fine
the last thing that you said to me was this wont hurt a bit
and you lied
cant you see im tore up from the floor up why salt the wounds?
cant you see im tore up from the floor up why salt the wounds?
cant you see ive had a bad day, a bad week, a bad month, a bad year
and thats whats making me so goddamn bitter
ice cold heart of gold
turns to stone
or maybe im just stoned
watching myself melt and puddle on the floor
ice cold heart of gold
maybe im still stone
carve your name in my hearts remains
cause youve taken it for your own
cant you see im tore up from the floor up why salt the wounds?
cant you see im tore up from the floor up why salt the wounds?
cant you see ive had a bad day, a bad week, a bad month, a bad year
and thats whats making me so goddamn bitter
bitter.
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2. |
Tapes
01:38
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box full of tapes i made in my basement
tanks half full with the money ive been saving up
my lungs are full of smoke and its pouring out my fat lips
windows down, heats blasting out
i always smoke cigarettes to keep me awake on long drives
i always keep a window cracked cause i like how the breeeze
feels all the time
ask me what i wanted, i dont know
ask me what i needed, i dont know
ask me what im doing here, i dont know
i just dont know
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and hows that make you feel kid, pretty pathetic
so young and stupid, dont forget it
just try to find a way to learn from it instead of getting lost in your head
because most of us
we are just killing time and losing trust in everything
most of us
we are just killing time and getting fucked by memories
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i want to know
is it really so strange
i once thought both of our brains, ticked simultaneously
we shared hard daze, we both flipped a switch in our heads
now we never have to feel again
what happened to you?
what happened to you?
i want to know
what happened to the friend that i once loved
and i want to know
what happened to the man that i watched you become
i always knew
that after all this time spent apart
it might lead you to a change of heart
lets watch things end
itll be the first time you came around
since the door slammed and kept you in
we know that if we want to pass by the past
weve gotta get past this nonsense
cause i miss you and i fucking love you to death
lets never get this far again
i want to know
what happened the friend that i once loved
and i want to know
what happened to the man that i watched you become
times might change but i wont change with them
you and i were showing similar symptoms
my arms are open if you ever want to visit them
but i want to know
what happened to the man that i once loved
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its such a shame
that your eyes are so closed that you couldnt find love in this world
you talk about your open heart
but your mind mightve been an even better place to start
its such a lie
the way you told it to yourself that youre better than anyone else
its not fair til youre winning
while the whole worlds around you spinning
you wanna hear a true statement
i was the one that they thought was gay all along so
bully me, just try to fucking bully me
bust your lip when you call me a faggot
ive turned blue eyes to black
ive got an army at my back and were ready to attack
to start a war on ignorance
my sword and shield
to protect my heart and what it knows it real
sticks and stones
they might break my bones but it wont change how i feel
you wanna hear a true statement
i was the one that they thought was gay all along so
bully me, just try to fucking bully me.
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5. |
Old Man Bitter
05:24
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lately i feel so old
its just my skin my fucking bones
im growing tired of people saying
why are you so sad?
and i reply with you wouldnt understand
and if you did then you wouldnt have asked
whats the point in all of this
if what is right was wrong all along
whats the point in all of this
if what is right was wrong all along
i never said i knew much
about life or the things that are constantly bothering me
i guess ive got some ghosts, but who doesnt
i think of all the times ive seen
a skeleton following me, my closet is overflowing
i wish theyd go back
to their graves inside my head
all these nights i cant sleep
i wanna turn these nightmares back to dreams
is there a way to extinguish worry
or euthanize pet peeves
and if there is then i wish youd tell me
im not as happy as my smile lets you believe, not even close.
whats the point in all of this
if what is right was wrong all along
whats the point in all of this
if what is right was wrong all along
i never said i knew much
about life or the things that are constantly bothering me
i guess ive got some ghosts, but who doesnt
im always stumbling
whether with my words or the way that im trying to find the old me
i think hes buried in the graves inside my head
the graves inside my head
the graves inside my head
the graves inside my head
i have been known to make
a goddamn fool of myself
i dont think i need mental help
til i cant control me
im going crazy it seems
losing everything
whats the point of it all if im watching it fall
i want to know today
i want to know today
i want to know today
cause i believe in me so let me be just what i am
a hollow disappointment of a man
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6. |
Think About It...
00:40
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7. |
Milligrams
02:30
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dont ask me to kiss the ground under your feet
dont ask me to kiss the ground under your feet
dont ask me to kiss the ground under your feet
dont ask me to kiss the ground under your feet
ive been up for days
trying to find a way to sleep and then you tell me you think
these pills are whats killing me
youre probably right
i swallow til im numb and pass out in all my clothes
forget my whole night
and thats okay
because i dont want to remember
its not worth remembering
and thats okay
because if lonely equals loneliness
then im always good company
ive been up for weeks
you should see my sheets theyre soaking wet with sweat
and partially ripped off of my bed and its from me
tossing and turning
watching my tv glow again watching those shadows
turn to demons beside me
and thats okay
after a pocketful of milligrams i often fall asleep
and thats okay
id rather get a couple hours rest
then lay there counting sheep
dont worry for me, ill leave when im ready to leave
hell raiser
risk taker
you were born to die like me
so dont ask me to kiss the ground under your feet
dont ask me to kiss the ground under your feet
dont ask me to kiss the ground under your feet
i guess ill stick around
cause i know hell is always waiting for me
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8. |
Carving Bark
03:18
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ive always wanted
to carve my name into a tree
what am i waiting for?
a name to share the bark with me
some memories worth saving
ive always seen
leaves fall and regrow in the spring
the things with meaning
never seem to mean anything to me
noooooo
things will work out we said, and i was dumb
dumb to believe it
you said, these things take time, and i was blind
blind not see it
ill always save a place in my heart for you
ill always be jealous of the man
who ends up getting to wake up next to you
hold on to the things
that might remind you of me
i know its not anything
not much of anything
you held your hand inside my palm
and called it home for a little bit
you laid your body against mine
and said it was a perfect fit
i wonder what its like
to be so goddamn beautiful
im here waiting if you change your mind
so goddamn pitiful
things will work out we said, and i was dumb
dumb to believe it
you said, these things take time, and i was blind
blind not see it
i always thought
but whats the point in thinking
you always talked
but your words were never sinking in
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ive been wondering
what kinda man i wanna be in the end
you said, chivalry has been dead
but you never had eyes for the finer things
i could be the one, to give you everything you need
but you wouldnt let me
truth is, truth can be the scariest
i hope you fucking burn at the stake for your mistakes
and that i get to see it
id watch you burn
id watch you burn
and i would enjoy
watching it thoroughly
my eyelids aperture
takes pictures
to help me remember
my smile as your flesh falls off the bone, to me
you deserve all of everything you get and something more
truth is, truth can be the scariest
im glad you fucking burned
and now your bloods engraved in my brain
i hope it never goes away
cause neither did its taste
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