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Headspace
02:22
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I'm in a headspace that i cant get comfortable in, like a tattered umbrella in an acid rain. I’m caught by the weather and wearing thin, lost sight of what matters most pursuing personal gain. The walls close in when I could use a little breathing room. The truth comes out when all that I’ve said for the past year has been white lies. My honesty might be in question, but honestly, would a confession help me from this ditch I’ve dug myself into? My heaving lungs will suffocate underneath the pressing weight of those deceptive words you spoke, like daggers shooting from my throat.
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Chief Worry
03:36
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I’m trapped inside of this glass filled with bleach and ammonia. A breath of poison is less painful than thinking over those words that float like a curse spiraling around my bedroom. Inhale a little more air and hope that this all ends soon. If you want the truth then here it is: you trained me to be a pessimist. All I have become to you is a bad outcome, you still remain aloof. I’ve been missing out on sleep, missing opportunities. Disappearing through the cracks of my mind that was once intact. Now it’s fragmented in shards that I’m stepping down on hard, cutting up my blistered feet that barely even carry me. Your masking tape covers accidents, but it doesn’t ever redress the rips. Those holes you left, I could never fix, so don’t blame me for changing in your absence. I’m disconnected, you’re unaffected. I’m such a mess and I get so stressed when...
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Two Stones
03:30
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My window sill is crowded up with jars full of memories and little specks of dust. My bookcase is full of CDs and pictures showing how things used to be. Sing by gaslight, running out of sunlight. Unanswered futures and loose ends that we have yet to tie. Empty rooms spell my impending doom, but you don’t understand all of my insecurities and impurities. The benches down at Campbell Park remind me of how the whole world used to seem so innocuous. The chain link fence that we climbed past to get down to the river and those two stones we threw, I’d like to sink down with them. My head is full of things that make these hands that were once so sure tremble and shake. My ghost and I sit out in the lot and talk about how each our lives are totally fraught. I guess in some weird way, although it destroyed me, this pavement is home.
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My Third Seven
02:18
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I have so much life left in these hollow walls that I can't ever recover. Put my past in boxes that I constantly move. Never have solid ground to stand on, so I build myself a floor. Use all the pieces till I have no more. I screamed your name, but you forgot my voice, so I just became another noise in a sea of chatter with a never ending tide. When will this sadness finally subside? Need I remind you the pages you tore through? Ripping them up in front my face, running but can't see the end of the tunnel, falling behind as you pick up the pace. Another house, another ghost, another reason just to coast through life as shadow, never worried about your callow.
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