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The Escape Artist
02:53
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When I think about all I have missed,
and all pretty faces that i should've kissed,
It gets me down, but that's okay,
cause at the end of the day it's gone forever,
never to be found, hidden somewhere secret inside the ground.
I'd love to think about all the wrong i've done
and all the better place in the words i've sung.
I'd love to think about all the wrong i've done,
and all the better places in the world.
The solitude I find in you,
and the melodies I hum, then throw away, are gone,
And the words that dribble out my mouth,
come straight down and then I found I found, I found
something I'd find dying for,
a cursed lip upon my wrist for now, for now.
But your subtle tune comes with a twist,
something dark that I had missed before, before, before!
I would love to think about all the wrong i've done
and all the better place in the words i've sung.
I would love to think about all the wrong i've done,
and all the better places in the world.
I am gone forever, and I am nowhere to be found.
I am hidden somewhere secret inside a fish's mouth.
I will stay in here forever, this place is mine to reside.
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You wouldn't look me in the eyes when you took me by quite the surprise,
and when you said you wouldn't lie, I knew I was lost, forever buried under your skin.
And when you've done too much i will cut you off.
And then i'm okay--I love it when i'm okay--
Because today is a better day, today is a better day.
But when everyday becomes a bitter way
to continue down the path that we make.
And when you've done too much i will cut you off.
But i'm gone forever, and I love you to death.
Your presence will kill me, and enough has been said.
I'll remember forever the hate that you bring--
Your mental issues and the chemicals you create.
And when you've done too much i will cut you off.
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We die in the desert for the dollar we know.
with broken, bloody shovels and a heart ready to blow,
we fall through the ceiling and break the new divide,
while the shotgun is singing and leaves us all to die.
And the melody is ringing, while my guitar loudly aches.
and my heart won't stop beating, and my bones will soon break.
My love is a cancer, that bites down to the bone.
and your hate chews right through me, and leaves me all alone.
The heat is so intense, when the sand starts to blow,
it knocks us right over, like the words that you've told.
The disease is so furious, you surely won't last--
I didn't you know for long, but that's in the past.
I will always remember the words that you've told--
"take care of my son", he said, when he got too old.
March first he left us, with his face in the ground.
He pushed on for so long that his heart had to drown.
It collapsed on itself, under it's own weight.
A love so strong his bones simply could not take.
They succumbed to the pain and with aching last breathe
he let go, finally, at long last.
I can't let you go.
You are the princess, you are the kingdom's crown.
Your smile steals the coffin and buries it in the ground.
Your words are the weapons that cause the mortal wounds,
I am lost without you and without you I will lose.
what is left of me, my identity, will cease to be.
my pain comes to a close and stops the flow.
can you stop the blow? can you stop what's going on?
"I will always wait, I promise; don't you know that love is honest"
I am cool, so cold, and I am so gone.
Your winters's eve turns into a summers's dawn.
The days become the years and we all soon forget,
the sadness i've stomached without regret.
You were worth all the heartache that I had to bare,
you were there when no one else seemed to care.
I will remember all the days that we have shared,
just remember, you were worth all of the despair.
You are the princess, you are the kingdom's crown.
Your smile steals the coffin and buries it in the ground.
Your words are the weapons that cause the mortal wounds,
I am lost without you and without you I will lose.
("I will always wait, I promise; don't you know that love is honest")
what is left of me, my identity, will cease to be.
my pain will come to a close and stop the flow.
can you stop what's going on.
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4. |
Wounds Pt. 2
04:17
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It was so long ago when you came into my house and ripped my heart right out.
It was so devastating, you carried it with you, held save in your arms, so close.
I cannot escape what you have done, you've taken my art, stolen my heart.
These words are all I have.
Replacing the wounds when you start to swoon,
i'm back at square number one.
Healing the hurt, when you rub in dirt.
Bring me home, again.
I welcomed you in, like a child we've been.
The better days i've seen, in the beautiful green.
The quiet I sold and my secret you told.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
I cannot escape what you have done,
you've taken my art, stolen my heart.
These words are all I have.
Replacing the wounds when you start to swoon,
i'm back at square number one.
Healing the hurt, when you rub in dirt.
Bring me home, again.
I know all I have done, and the victim i've become.
Hate is harder when sung, melodies will still soften the glum.
I know what i've repressed, but i'm still the victim of a pressing circumstance--a child who's grown hand in hand.
I am casting the clouds over selfless resign,
The world is excessive and treat us like swine.
I break for another and fall to my knees,
The pushing pedestal is all that I need.
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