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Atrophy
04:50
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I was waiting on the skyline
To kiss my forehead goodnight
And the fires burning inside feel a lot like you
Can’t look away for too long
In case I blink and you’re gone
But in the meantime, I’ll remain inside
Silently plotting away all my goodbyes
Please hear me loud and clear
You’re not the reason why I’m here
And just seeing you standing there
Puts knots in my hair, oh
Laughing maniacally under the stairs
Sure signs of atrophy chewing my hair
My stomach hurts, not like before
Shades fully drawn, filtered light creeping in
Warm, bitter sunshine biting my skin
My hands are pruned
Even my nails
I was waiting on the skyline
To kiss my forehead goodnight
And the fires burning inside feel a lot like you
Can’t look away for too long
In case I blink and you’re gone
But in the meantime, I’ll remain inside
Silently plotting away all my goodbyes
Please hear me loud and clear
You’re not the reason why I’m here
And just seeing you standing there
Puts knots in my hair, oh
Now I’m pacing
Believing in something that’s not you (That is not you)
And I’m scared of achieving what whispers
They say to do
(Something that is not you)
This body’s not mine
But I’ll be damned if I’m leaving
I was waiting on the skyline
To kiss my forehead goodnight
And the fires burning inside feel a lot like you
Can’t look away for too long
In case I blink and you’re gone
But in the meantime, I’ll remain inside
Silently plotting away all my goodbyes
All my goodbyes
All of my goodbyes
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Thanks
01:52
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Jinx
03:51
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I get concerned with the picture that I paint
Twitchy kid, all half siblings, on the walls
Dancing sideways
It's a cycle breached by modern day
And even then I still shake as I slip away
Oh, I, oh, I wish the starting line was closer
How come I don't get a lover?
Oh, I, oh, I wish the starting line was closer
How come I don't get a lover?
My colors are mixing much too fast
Why must it always turn out so black with a tint of green?
My right lung willingly has just collapsed
As I watched you turn your back on me
What’s that supposed to mean?
Just tell me, tell me
To be happy
It might invite the bad
I did this to myself
Always do this to my-
Oh, I, oh, I wish the starting line was closer
How come I don't get a lover?
If your spine is that of playground poles
Mine is the chain dangling from the swing
Connected to the seat where our future weight would've been
Turns out, no matter how many times you mend my cracks with gold
I'll always throw myself away
It's my problem and I have to stop making it yours
Oh, I, oh
How come I don't get a-
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Red String
04:01
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I was walking along a sea of changes
Guided by our red string
Pulling me to the distance
And I keep looking back
I feel it in my chest
I should let go
The air smells like your breath
This is my biggest test
Fuck I’m struggling
I was floating along a sea of changes
Feel the twine growing tighter
My feet dragging through this
These days are spent
Circumventing what you said
Tried my best to take a full breath
I don’t think I can do this
If I sever your roots
I think I might make it
Feeling down is okay
I really don’t mind it
My decision this time
Yes you are on my mind
But I’m trying
I will come out alive
Only option I have is surviving
I’m surviving
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