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I lack the tattoos
and the moves
that I need
'cause I'd bleed
to make you swoon
and if it's alright with you
I'll file tonight under
"I've got no fuckin' clue"
I lost the right mind
to make you mine,
but I don't have the time
to find it, to find it, I
and if it's alright with us
I'll label tonight as
"throw me under the bus"
I have decided I am no longer living
because this place is really, really shitty
and I have decided that you're coming with me
I'm going crazy, I blame this city
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I've always wanted to know
what it feels like to be
someone else, to breathe like
someone else, and to leave like
someone else, would you know
what it's like, what it's like?
Oh, wouldn't you like to know
what it's like?
and if you could scream for me,
if you could, please
and if you could hurt for me,
if you could, please
I would like to know
if we die when we're supposed to
and I would like to know
who assigns when we're supposed to
die like I have died
and live just like you lie
dive into your life
like you are alive
and if you could scream for me,
if you could, please
and if you could hurt for me,
if you could, please
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I am trying to sing and
I am trying to bring
these pieces of my life with me
assuming that they'll make me more free
I am trying to breathe and
I am trying to believe and
I will try to believe until I die
I will believe in you and I
but what if what I think
just isn't true,
and what if what is true
is something more sinister
and what if what is isn't
anything at all
and what if we're all meant to fall
if you could do me a favor,
my darling. If you could
sing for me while I am falling
I would appreciate everything you do
I would appreciate me and you
if you could paint me the stars out tonight
if you could sketch for me everything in sight,
I would give you my life,
and I would give my lovin'
if only you'd give me yours too
but what if what I think
just isn't true,
and what if what is true
is something more sinister
and what if what is isn't
anything at all
and what if we're all meant to fall
what if we're all meant to fall
what if we're nothing at all
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through fogged up glass,
you're trying to see,
but it's getting harder every day,
and now you're begging me, please
I've made a mistake,
this train isn't going
to the places I meant for it to travel,
and it's all unraveled much faster
than I could believe, than I could conceive,
and I'm just trying to breath
through a make-shift telescope,
you're trying to find
all the things on your mind,
but everything's always more
distant from the other side
everyone makes mistakes,
everyone is ashamed,
everyone is to blame,
and it's much closer than that
everything isn't real,
everything that you feel,
everything will come flooding back
and if this is a dream,
I am oxygen
I am coming clean
and I'm flooding the streets,
coming up past the trees
like you wouldn't believe, and
I am starting again
I am done with my friends
and I am done with ex-lovers and
I can connect the dots of your eyelids and lying knots
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I'm standing at the edge of the world
the waves enunciate with perfect rhythmic harmony
I’m staring out at nothing, and I know
that if I jump and let go, I’ll be home
on this soapbox, I must stay
for the rest of my days
because if I can’t make you see
then what the fuck am I doing,
where the fuck should I be?
and what you don’t remember
is not a sign of age, it’s the eyes of fate
and when you don’t surrender,
that’s just god saying it’s not meant to be
oh, please
I’ve taken two steps forward
and ten steps back
because the bigger picture is what I lack
this cliff-side sketch that I have drawn
is in black and white
it shows up best when you turn off the lights
on this soapbox, I must stay
for the rest of my days
because if I can’t make you see
then what the fuck am I doing,
where the fuck should I be?
and what you don’t remember
is not a sign of age, it’s the eyes of fate
and when you don’t surrender,
that’s just god saying it’s not meant to be
oh, please
I’ll sing
you sing
they sing
we all sing
and what you don’t remember
is not a sign of age, it’s the eyes of fate
and when you don’t surrender,
that’s god’s hands on your feet,
holding firm to the concrete
do you see?
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So it was 11:00 at night, right? I was feeling particularly productive and thought to myself, "why don't you just record some really bare tracks and make an EP?" That's what I did. Most of these songs were written pretty recently, one was even written the day I started recording, and "I Hope They Call Me Henry" was written about a year ago. I wanted this EP to be really simple. No effects, no anything. Just one take of me playing and singing at the same time. Hopefully it's enjoyable for all you folks.
