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All On Red
03:55
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I’ll pitch a penny for your thoughts
your brand new head in the same old game
and the other ninety nine
to figure out what’s going through mine
this week’s awkward headline
I’ve got a sick, sick feeling
you’ll bet on me and lose
so put your money where your mouth is
your green goes well with my blues
I’m playing tic tac toe in pen
and at this rate I’m betting
I’ll have my third X by the weekend
at this rate I’m betting all on red
every shot’s in the dark when you shoot blind and from the hip
I couldn’t hit that target if you painted it right on your lips
I’ve got a sick, sick feeling
you’ll bet on me and lose
so put you money where your mouth is
your green goes so well with my blues
you lie because you have to
I lie because I can
No matter what I choose in the end I always lose
you lie because you have to I lie because I can oh it’s just what we do
(shoot me in the dark, keep me on your hip, I’m an easy target, paint me on your lips)
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look into my blood shot eyes
recognize that they’re not mine
I know I’m not who you miss
burning at both ends of this
open my mouth and I can’t speak
you stare back it’s silencing
my eyes are red I’m losing sleep
are you ready to give up on me?
I’m just not myself without a little help it doesn’t work without these lines
could you just wipe my bloody nose away could we wipe this slate clean
so where do I turn when I don’t want to be me anymore?
lines begin to blur from what’s real or insecure
not sure when this all began
flashing lights are all I see
I know now why your so sick of me
I’m sick of me
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Wharf St. Part Two
03:47
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lately I’ve been feeling incomplete
went to the train tracks down on Wharf St
let the air clear out my thoughts
I’ll let the water wash me clean
she said I’ve been feeling miserable as of late
I just need some time so I can shed this weight
you’re so overbearing more than I can take don’t wanna think about you
don’t wanna think about you
the only one left to talk to is me
and now I can see why you wanted to leave
the only one left to talk to is me and I could tell you exactly when she stopped loving me (I’ll place my bets that you’d never remember me) and I know I left a piece of me in San Clemente
lately I’ve been feeling less than me
went to the train tracks down on Wharf St
I watched the tide bring up the sea I’m gonna let it swallow me
she said lately I’ve been wishing you could just be here every time I turn around you disappear it’s a quarter to 11 let’s make one thing clear don’t want to think about you
don’t want to think about you
but now it’s all that I do
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If You Were Still Here
04:02
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if only you knew how I hold onto you
uncertainty sinks in my heart
then my eyes they turn for you
these tears run down my face
I’m begging to get away
your voice calling out
your voice crying out to me
so tell me now
do you know what it’s like to drown? would you even save me or are you just crying out
and I know now
if you were still here I’d drown
can’t you see the truth
past my dilated eyes
and all the lies
I say through
gritted teeth and shallow breathes, heavy hearts and empty beds it’s all that’s left
your voice crying out to me
would my chest still cave in
would It justify what I’ve been through
would this floor fall away from me
would I still float away next to you
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running away from ghost that follow
miles away but I found my killing pace
so run as far as you can and don’t you ever look back
so take that knife in your hand
and aim it straight at you
wasting breath on what should stay dead
I know best friends don’t exist when you’re all that’s left
I hope you run that red, I’m hoping for a wreck
and when these doors crash in your face
regret sinks in. It’s too late
you made your grave now lay in it
locked and loaded aimed straight at you you can’t outrun the truth
sirens ring in the air
blood spilled onto the floor
a knock on your front door
your not coming home
(I won’t leave the light on, they called I don’t want you home)
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