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To Forget
00:56
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Goldfish
02:56
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To forget is to delete, just eat up all the fabric you hoard.
Spill black ink all over a worn out diary page.
It’s obsolete, you can’t repeat the magic tricks you’ve grown so tired of.
Re-set my head, completely forget.
The fiction, it runs behind my eyelids,
the fragments sustained on the restraints of my old stupid mind.
'cause it all comes from my brain but I’ll explain.
Bury old thoughts, wait for spring
to wipe out all the memory tightly woven in.
Present tense, time pulls it in and out
of my chest,
it’s for the best,
and with one breath,
I’ll forget.
The fiction, it runs behind my eyelids,
the fragments sustained on the restraints of my old stupid mind.
And in my sleep, within seconds I’ll see.
I’m exactly where i need to be.
To forget is to be free.
(Remember to breathe)
I can kind of tell that everything I've tried has led to this, and now I know myself i’ll finally erase what I don’t miss.
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3. |
Memory Harp
03:12
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Cut and paste to somewhere else.
Somewhere I can be myself... and everyone else.
'cause I've been waking up everyday to rain falling on my bed.
It's raining in my head.
When rain falls in my bed.
Static, a forever looped TV show.
It's like I've been watching myself watch my life to death.
*guitar solo*
I'll say too much, much too often, isolate, repeat.
Was I far off? Was it too much?
Try too hard or not try at all?
You'll see too much, not as forecast, isolate, repeat.
Reflective glass.
Expired bus pass.
Walking home at 5AM sleepy.
A treasured, forever looped TV show.
It's like i've been watching myself watch my life till my death.
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4. |
Happy Place
02:13
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Under two white clouds,
I'm swimming in the remains,
of every though generated.
I'll sink to the bottom, so deep.
No this is not my life I'm living in,
no it's just a dream.
No this is not my life I'm living in,
it's temporary.
Under two white clouds,
I'm sleeping on the details,
of every thought generated.
The everyday, the ordinary life that I lead.
I never want to wake up.
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5. |
Fake Grass
03:32
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RESET.
I'm back at the start.
The clock's too accurate today.
Give me just one more minute to sink,
in the warm idea baked into my psyche.
'cause my hands are numb when I'm walking home in the cold.
I'm more than over this routine, and i'm losing sense of what is real.
Tell yourself that your world is perfect, no past tense.
No history to disagree.
I was wasting my time and my life that way.
Give me something new to say.
Instead of reminders that time is waiting for your end,
pretend the numbers are falling off the clock,
and the sun speaks louder than the hands.
'cause at six in the morning the clouds hang over my head.
I'm more than over this routine, and i'm losing sense of what is real.
Tell yourself that your world is perfect, no past tense.
No history to disagree.
I was wasting my time and my life that way,
but i've got something new to say.
The grass is fake, down here,
(this bitter memory, and agony).
Nothing exists,
(just reminders of bygones).
Bye bye, be gone.
Since i have parted ways with this,
everything i see is real.
Tell yourself that your world is perfect, no past tense.
No history to disagree.
I was wasting your time and my life that way,
but i've got something new to say...
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6. |
And It Was Snowing
04:15
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We're shivering in the chill of winters best work.
Not cold enough to freeze the words that i speak in fragments.
'cause floating in the limbo of my brain is the perfect thing to say,
I might just let it slip away.
Fabrication spilled my head far too much.
Everything I thought did, spoke or heard was written down.
Worry made me notice things I did or didn't do.
I know that depth gets wider in my view,
when i speak with you.
And I recall the time imprinting ourselves onto the snow that laid that night
and coloured the back yard an infinite white.
Time begins to melt and run through my hands,
a white feather bed of snow, a pillow to lay your head.
'cause I thought that I'd be so lost without the withered thoughts I plant.
Now that I feel more found I'll celebrate the ways my world has changed.
All that wasted time, I was wasting what was mine.
It's never been so clear, it was written in my fear.
All I needed was, to forget the cause.
I'm basking in the drought, removing all self doubt.
All that wasted time I spent worrying,
and all that wasted time I spent indoors.
When you breathe I feel like I feel better,
cos I'd feel so lost without you,
and with you I feel found.
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7. |
22
03:27
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I was only seventeen.
I was stuck between a life of being who I was,
and who I thought I should have been.
And now I'm twenty two.
And it's hard to know clearly what makes sense to you.
And who I'm singing to.
It's passing through my lungs,
the words that have long since expired.
And as i watch the wind passing through the trees,
If i make a sad face will the wind freeze it that way?
I've found a new way to conclude,
this chapter that's always been glued.
I've found a new to conclude,
and finally be twenty two.
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I'd have died in memory lane if I'd have stayed out in that rain.
I'm dreaming about dreaming without closing my eyes.
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8. |
Perfect Present Tense
01:26
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