1. |
An Homage
01:01
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2. |
Concrete Feet
03:29
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I’ll extend my hand, don’t mean I remember
Saline soaked shoulder bones
Old school passive friendship rules
Happened 2 years ago this December
You might’ve meant something to me
But I’ll never know
There’s something you should know
I forgot you, our home
And everything in between
And even if I wanted to prove
Tragedy could fix you
Extend your hand, please say you remember
Do you know what it’s like
To wake paralyzed
And you’ve forgotten your whole life
Broken look in their eyes
Future’s been compromised
It’s not your fault your brain tried to
Make you die
A statistic, a marvel
I’ve got a skull of marbles
None of which are playing a game
Scans, somewhat artful
Diagnosis, an earful
There’s tv static ice in my spine,
But I’m fine though
Sunshine is gone from my life, but I swear
I’m fine though
I swear that I’m
I swear that I’m
Do you know what it’s like
To wake up paralyzed?
I wonder if I’ll ever get back home
Night howler with the brittle bones
Dizzy spells and concrete feet
Exclusive nightgowns, blended feed
But we’re still trying, even though we’re sunset’s feast
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3. |
Vanishing
03:45
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There’s one thing I was never taught
And that’s how to be alone
And getting past myself
Takes more than vision boards of growing old
That awful pressure, my regret measured
By every tragic time I fold into nothing, into myself
I’m in no rush and maybe that’s the problem
I keep trying to recreate who I was before the trauma
I wish to be a monarch to my kin
But I have always been the hydroplane in the tailspin
I thought I’d be a good mother
It’s meant to be bad, regressing towards the past leaves you stagnant
Even if you mapped it differently
I swear it’d never end up being better
I’m running out of shoulders, 3 A.M. companion gone
Extracting my seeds, so prematurely
To see if they’ve really grown or not
I’m the person that I say I hate
I blame all my behavior on the way that I was raised
Is it still an honor to know someone
Their reflection, boiling water
What if they’re scatter-feared, overwhelm-your-ears, round-in-circles thinker?
I just want to contribute to more than this
I can hear myself in your ears, anxious bliss
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4. |
Racine
04:12
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Last time, I could barely glance
The ink on the prints was lasting
Requited love, torso hug
Hand me back down those stories of me
And I don’t think you do this do you?
Let a box of me unglue you
Tweak the timing, the school of thought
Tough love, you’re in your head too much
Conscience please, just steer me wrong
Indulge my false hopes to move on
I just wanna see your face light up
From all the things you’ve been through
Animate, you’re foolproof
Disobey the sunroof
I wanna see your face light up
From all the things you’ll go through
And when the defense rolls through
Ticket out, let’s pull through
There’s so much to see past this
You’re still in the lead, sink or swim
I just wanna see your face light up
From all the things you’ve been through
Animate, you’re foolproof
Disobey the sunroof
I wanna see your face light up
From all the things you’ll go through
And when the defense rolls through
Ticket out, let’s pull through
I feel cyclical wallowing hope
Feeling desperate for comfortable
I feel grateful
I feel guilty, suspicious in the cold sun
Glittering in here with the broken ones
Always on the verge of crying
Is that what I’m supposed to be?
Is that what I’m supposed to see and believe, is you?
Is that what, is that what I’m supposed to—
Is that what you’re supposed to be?
Is that what you’re supposed to see and believe is true?
Is that what, is that what you’re supposed to—
Is that what I’m supposed to be?
Is that what I’m supposed to see and believe, is you?
Is that what, is that what I’m supposed to—
Is that what you’re supposed to be?
Is that what you’re supposed to see and believe is true?
Is that what, is that what you’re supposed to—
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5. |
JCH (feat. Jeff Mills)
04:04
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Driving home last night, I cried alone
Body towards the passenger window
Your consoling hand on my knee
Begging questions met with silent gaze
You pushed away
Even as I sat there fucking gasping to breathe
What’s wrong my love?
Why don’t you want me?
I’m here my love
Right where you found me
And I told you
If you want love, just come home
I will wait for you to figure out your soul
If you want love, just come home
I’ll move my things anywhere on the globe
Just promise me, you’ll never leave
Stay with me please, til the end
I always knew that you would throw us away
That’s why I stared at you
I tried to memorize your face
But you pushed me away in every way imaginable
You forced our real love to feel casual
And there was nothing I could do
There was no convincing, fixing, helping you
And there was nothing I could say
I wish things could’ve gone literally any other way
Please
If you want love, just come home
I will wait for you to figure out your soul
If you want love, just come home
I’ll move my things anywhere on the globe
Just promise me, you’ll never leave
I’d stay through anything, you run from everything
Why is this happening?
(Please don’t run away from me)
Don’t run away from me
Last thing I ever said
Tucking you safely into bed
If you wanted love, you should’ve come home
I would wait for you to figure out your soul
But I’m sorry, my love I must go
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