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I Thought/Forget-me-not
05:17
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Driving home at night I am left with my thoughts,
it's the only thing I've got.
cause I thought. I was good, with words my dear.
but then my tongue grew so big didn't know how to use it.
and every time I tried, fear choked me up and I cried.
lost count of how many times I've tapped out.
So let's play a game. we'll forget all of our rules.
and each fingertip holds a sound you wanna hear.
sayin you felt more like yourself,
when you died in the grass last summer
and I feel more like myself singing in the shower.
Well I thought. I was good. at loving you
but then I grew out of you, grew out of the room.
self-pity is a shame. wrestling around in your brain.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
I just want to be stronger.
I can last longer.
Remember the Forget-me-Nots I planted on your tongue
and you sit and watch them grow.
left thinking, left thinking all alone.
Forget-me, forgive-me, forget, forget-me-not
for what I've said.
for what I've done.
forget-me, forgive-me, forget-me-not
for what I haven't said
for what I haven't done.
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2. |
F.L. Skies
02:49
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We’ve been driving in circles for hours
forgot what the problem was
you’re always right and I’m always wrong.
stuck in the suburbs, I’m so stubborn.
Head on the window
head in the clouds
keep biting my tongue
keep biding my time
Until you looked at me that night
and with all of my fright
asked if you were happy with me.
you replied honestly
I stress you out
at least you ended with the fact you love me
Don’t close your eyes my love you’ll miss the F.L. skies
Hot box the car drive to the beach
siting in cul-de-sac
sittin in bars
sittin and talking in your car.
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Artist
04:12
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Melted into your softness
basking in golden company
had a dream where every thing worked out for me
then your colors changed from maroon to steal
before all our problems were concealed
I wish that I was an artist
I would paint your face
every little craves and every space
I wish that I was a dancer
I would dance for you
show you how happy I am when you're around
Personal space is a privilege
I don't want to keep
Unspoken words turn into colors to uncomfortable to speak
strip me from myself and try to find me
love me til i'm black and blue
never felt what i feel with you
i wish i that i was an artist
i could paint your face
every little craves and every space
I'm just a writer, write it down for you
pictures say a thousand words
so do a thousand words.
I'd paint the warmth behind your rich brown eyes.
I wish that I was an artist
I wish that I was an artist
I wish that I was an artist
I am artist
I am artist.
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4. |
Bonnie
02:25
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~begins with silly gibberish~
Bonnie shot Clyde drive by
straight from her evil eye
built you a shrine
tore out my mind
I've never been the same.
~AWWWW~
Flick flick, flick your wrist
take another drag
turn, turn, turn the wheel
drive on by
self loves not taught
so I hate myself
but I love you.
self pity won't do
shattered illusions of you
show me how lovely I am.
Lighters spell out fire baby
why don't you strike mine
I'll be in the back seat
never mind
got places to go
things to do
none of them require you.
~AWWWW~
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