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Last Year
01:50
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We had a good thing, you and I.
You came to meet me when I walked outside,
where I go to be alone,
but I didn't want to leave my home.
I kinda feel like I've been left behind
even though I should be moving forward.
If I could fill in all the wasted time,
I'd still be wishing that it lasted longer.
If last year could never end,
we were still together then,
We could last forever, yeah,
if last year could never end.
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2. |
Collapse
03:32
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Hey baby guess that I won't talk to you.
I guess each of us got a lot to do.
You know I put a lot of stock in you.
Can't keep my eyes from keeping watch on you.
How you joke about why we break up?
Hear you spoke like we could not make up.
I cave in and throw in the towel.
I cannot even say "what's up?"
I don't know what you say out of earshot,
keep to yourself or you talk about me a lot.
Rife insecurities, more than I really thought.
How were you sure if we really should break it off?
I got a lot of questions, don't really want the answers.
Grovel in my discretion, searching for new distractions.
Sometimes I feel abandoned, don't want to burden you,
so I won't ask again, I
don't know what's hurting you.
It all collapsed,
It all fell flat on its face.
I still think that's a mistake
cause what we had wasn't fake.
When we collapsed
together in a pile
I guess that meanwhile
you were becoming detached.
It started off another boring day.
Little did I know something had decayed.
Approaching me with something hard to say,
the things you told me no I can't relate.
The words on the tip of my tongue
are now words on the tips of my fingers.
When it mattered I couldn't be strong,
I just sat down, denied what I hear.
Got left in the dust all alone.
Said I'm better off with my dudes.
Just another number on my phone
that is no longer getting used.
I was an open book and you sold my rights,
so now I'll publish me and write you inside.
Let the public see with their discerning eye
the life that's left in me that doesn't cry at night.
It all collapsed,
It all fell flat on its face.
I still think that's a mistake
cause what we had wasn't fake,
and then you flashed
me an innocent smile.
I guess that meanwhile
you were becoming-
you became detached.
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3. |
Grow Up!
02:33
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4. |
Blue Lines
01:36
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You shoot me a message, oh what's your intention?
I've got no interest in pursuing affection.
And I don't feel lonely, I don't feel detachment,
but there's still that sparkle in that bit of parchment.
I got blue vision, three rings in position.
You call it a binder, but our bond saw division.
I've left that behind, and I have made a decision.
It's out my life and it can be decommissioned.
And I hope you're well, because you made you mark.
You'll go somewhere I can tell, you were a work of art.
And as I'm watching the smoke as it's joining the clouds
in my heart you will still be around
In these blue lines that you left behind.
Under starlight I could see them shine,
and the corners deteriorate with time,
but the firelight is burning just as bright.
These blue lines
that you left behind.
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5. |
Chlorine
03:24
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Upon a boat,
the captain says there's dolphins ahead.
Along the gulf,
we'll pretend it's the ocean, but really it just falls short.
We head out to sea, keeping an eye out to see
beauty between us both,
but the salty sea erodes the memories.
Stuck in a bay that we never leave.
I wanna reach for the horizon.
The sunset's nothing, got my eyes on
your smile and the cresting waves
as reflections light up your face.
I wade in and I'm just waist deep.
The waves almost capsize me,
but they can push me away.
You reach out your hand,
but it's already too late.
So I'm sent back to the water park
where it smells of chlorine and you leave after dark.
I'm in a wave pool trying to make it feel like you.
Feeling young is a delicate art
when you're playing it cool at the water park.
Nothing made me feel alive like you.
It was a rocky boat but we almost made it through.
The lazy river feels so slow,
but I've got nowhere else to go.
I'm floating uselessly in circles,
and I spin wildly with no purpose.
I'm not crying, it's the chlorine.
It's in my eyes where it harshly stings,
and in the back of my mind I know
I'll still be driving home alone.
And it drives the point on home.
This water park is no place to grow,
and if you shared it with me I'll go,
but it lives in the ocean's shadow.
I miss a world where I didn't know,
though I'm thankful to have been shown
a sea under a thousand stars.
I'll ask Orion where you are.
So I'm sent back to the water park
where it smells of chlorine and you leave after dark.
I'm in a wave pool trying to make it feel like you.
Feeling young is a delicate art
when you're playing it cool at the water park.
Nothing made me feel alive like you.
It was a rocky boat but we almost made it through.
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6. |
My Silent Apology
02:02
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I'm sorry
for putting you through my emotions.
I guess I just wanted to show them
to somebody.
And I'm sorry
for dragging your name through the mud.
I should remember you how I would
like you to remember me.
And oh, this feels like a ways from home.
Some days I still don't know
if I want you back.
And oh, I have strayed from the road,
the way that I wanted to go,
and made this desire path.
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