1. |
Needing The Coast
03:18
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Don't tell your friends
I won't tell mine.
I'll see you at the starting line.
I've ropes to walk so I'll need some time.
By tomorrow we'll be gone.
Could we leave?
I need the coast.
I'd give every part of all my ghosts
Please don't mind me, I'll only steal the coast.
Wait for the shore to overdose
Drove all night but you don't have the words
The world waking up's the only sound we've heard
Skipping town before the thought occurred
Would we ever stop?
Could we leave?
I need the coast.
I'd give every part of all my ghosts
Please don't mind me, I'll only steal the coast.
Wait for the shore to overdose
Be the change
But I can't see the world
and if I can't see the world or see that it's
It's only ever empirical
These lines make it worse
Problems we've long since put to bed
Woke up just to rear a weary head
We'll rust apart at the seams.
And you
You will fall
You will fall for me, you're going to fall for me, so fall.
Could we leave?
I need the coast.
I'd give every part of all my ghosts
Could we leave?
I need the coast.
I'd give every part of all my ghosts
Please don't mind me, I'll only steal the coast.
Wait for the shore to overdose
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2. |
Our Apartment
03:05
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Awfully small narrow hallways.
Connecting the rooms like a causeway
Framed memories younger than the carpet
Dot the walls in our apartment.
Stop, I have said a mouthful again.
Take a breath so we might begin.
Hold on to me darling.
I'm the best at losing places.
I'm the best at losing places.
It was an afternoon in late July
I thought Autumn reserved time for things to die.
You proved me wrong and took the car payment
And left me in an empty apartment.
Stop, I have said a mouthful again.
Take a breath so we might begin.
Hold on to me darling.
I'm the best at losing places.
I'm the best at losing places.
Everything we'd done was a conduit
Leading us here like we'd never quit.
You left the room never turning back to it
and I, I said a mouthful again.
Stop, I have said a mouthful again.
Take a breath so we might begin.
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3. |
Eleven Months
03:27
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I hope this song is still about you in 11 months
When I return to fix the slow leak I left punched into your heart
With a little luck you'll let me in to explain just where the hell I've been
And why I'm sorry that I'm not sorry for everything I did.
I lost my mind for a girl left every important part of my world
Hanging out to dry and falling to pieces in my hand
Crossed out by lines taken for strands of her hair making one last stand
In the faucet just before failing, like a line drawn in the sand.
I'm only temporary.
This won't last for long.
I hope this song is still about you in 11 months
When I return to fix the slow leak I left punched into your heart
With a little luck you'll let me in to explain just where the hell I've been
And why I'm sorry that I'm not sorry for everything I did.
I'm not one for sunrise, goodbyes, and four letter words like love.
Nobody's here for the memories it's forgetting I'm thinking of.
Don't make me plan for anything tomorrow
Before the night sets in I'll be all out of the time that I'd borrowed.
I hope this song is still about you in 11 months
When I return to fix the slow leak I left punched into your heart
With a little luck you'll let me in to explain just where the hell I've been
And why I'm sorry that I'm not sorry for everything I did.
This is a plea for turbulence
I just can't see me to the end of this.
I'll let you stay to roll through every hit.
But you won't stick around I'd bet.
I hope this song is still about you in 11 months
When I return to fix the slow leak I left punched into your heart
With a little luck you'll let me in to explain just where the hell I've been
And why I'm sorry that I'm not sorry for everything I did.
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4. |
Three
03:47
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You're catching a title left while I hold the line.
Always the cannon, edging over every time.
Handed you a beautiful thing but I broke it down.
Chasing me with lies showing off your outlines now.
Every night is never long enough, I know.
I'm holding onto everything I can see.
You're breaking into the quiet again
Careful now, you'll miss me if you blink.
Careful now, you'll miss me if you blink.
Hang my coat and head up in the closet
Taking on an imminent headache, and I can't stop it.
Running in head down embracing this as it founders
You won't find me at the bottom, but this is going under.
Every night is never long enough, I know.
I'm holding onto everything I can see.
You're breaking into the quiet again
Careful now, you'll miss me if you blink.
Careful now, you'll miss me if you blink.
I put on a fire to light up the ends of this tight rope.
I'm walking on but I'm only, only dimming hope
Every night is never long enough, I know.
I'm holding onto everything I can see.
You're breaking into the quiet again
Careful now, you'll miss me if you blink.
Careful now, you'll miss me if you blink.
Careful now, you'll miss me.
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5. |
Chasing Sleep
04:04
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I break every promise I try to make to myself
It won't be long until this is gone the way of everything else.
It's worth the trouble I'd suppose
Keeping this door open means that several others close.
It's already been a week and the sun won't die.
Breaching every pretense I could hide behind.
I'm having the worst time chasing sleep.
Every waking night is finally catching up to me.
My curiosity is getting the worst of everything.
I'm having the worst time chasing sleep,
I'm having the worst time chasing sleep.
I'm not well acquainted with being nervous.
It's a pretty big issue I've been told
I wasn't equipped for this personal hell
In retrospect it's probably just as well I suppose.
It's already been a week and the sun won't die.
Breaching every pretense I could hide behind.
I'm having the worst time chasing sleep.
Every waking night is finally catching up to me.
My curiosity is getting the worst of everything.
I'm having the worst time chasing sleep,
I'm having the worst time chasing sleep.
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6. |
Wooden Nickel
03:38
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I'm a wooden nickel, I'm a hand you should fold.
I'm a counterfeit anything you could fake, a fool's notion of gold
I'm the reason you can't see, a pointless currency
I'm a wooden nickel, I'm a hand you should fold.
I've got a bucket full of water
Poured it out over a thousand others
Flooded the lakes and washed the farm lands away
The Midwest held no home for me
There were a million other places I might rather be
And no fertile soil to be had anywhere I face.
I find most days I'd do anything to feel
Lose myself in the worst ways to find somebody real
I'm a wooden nickel
I'm a hand you should fold.
I'm a counterfeit anything you could fake
A fool's notion of gold
I'm the reason you can't see
A pointless currency
I'm a wooden nickel.
I'm a hand you should fold.
You can't take me
I'm a stone that won't move
You can't fake me, I'd see everything you might do.
It's a hollow lie; the thinnest line to have to hold
I'm a wooden nickel, I'm a hand you should fold.
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