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It still feels so easy to write about love
We'd both been busy and had enough
Do you count the space in time or miles
Or in relief to be rid of me and what's been
Or will you be the one who waits for me
So tell me your temptations, your worries and doubts
And all the people that you've lived without
Do you remember when my eyes close and my head drops like I'm sleeping while you're talking
Yeah, but don't stop
I know how we were thinking "two years from now, how we'll make it work"
And that somehow, cross borders, common lines
We'd be alright
I know how we were thinking "two years from now, how we'll we make it work"
And somehow, cross borders, common lines
We went without
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Neglecting Friends
02:57
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This is about as much as I can hack
Neglecting friends that neglect me back
Childish? True.
I'll return to you
We'll listen to Joni Mitchell's Blue
I chose love and you chose that
A contradiction still intact
Tiresome? True.
I'll think of you
Your heart will ache
And you'll shake too..
..the hands of those whose courage lacks
They speak in riddles
To hide the fact that they're empty too
And without a clue of how to think for themselves
Like you used to
I think maybe your mother's worried
So call her while you can
And I'll be sure to be the one to bore you to sleep
A month gone by, it's wasted time
The stubbornness we hold in kind
But that's your way and I won't chase
So I'll let you crawl at your own pace
But now the inactivity is growing exhausting to me
With feet through fields and graveyards too
Soon nights will turn to morning blue
So you do you and I'll do me
And in good time we'll reconvene
I'll wait it out now, take your time
I'll keep busy but you might find that..
...maybe you lack the courage to change from the mundane
And I'll be sure to be the one to bore you to sleep
I think maybe your mother's worried
So call her while you can
And I'll be sure to be the one to bore you to sleep
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I'm Still Missing You
02:54
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We're sitting on different sides of the room
And I'm still missing you
I'm cross-legged on the bed
You're staring at the floor, consumed
An uncomfortable distance and unlonging stare
And I'm still missing you
Waiting for the rain to pass so we can go and get some air
Thinking how it'd be without all this
Wondering if it'd be easier if it was something we'd never missed
I don't want to think about you and her
All the times we could've shared
With hands intertwined
And I'm still scared to call you mine
I don't want to think about you and her
The wasted times we could've shared
With hands intertwined
And I'm still scared to call you mine
Call you mine
Feeling less and less myself every day
My feelings intense, they consume
Always worrying about how I'm constantly craving doubt
I pack our belongings in boxes
In one more day I'll move
And I'm still missing you
I spend my days and nights around the ghosts of memories that surround
Thinking how it'd be without all this
Wondering if it'd be easier if it was something we'd never missed
I don't want to think about you and her
All the times we could've shared
With hands intertwined
And I'm still scared to call you mine
I don't want to think about you and her
The wasted times we could've shared
With hands intertwined
And I'm still scared to call you mine
No need to think about you and her
It feels so far away from everything
But did you ever let her hear you sing?
No need to think about you and her
It feels so far away from everything
But did you ever let her hear you sing?
Hear you sing
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Hotel Room
02:25
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I don't believe in second chances or benefit of the doubt with you
I don't care for family reunions or sharing a hotel room
I'm busy searching for an answer to how I am defined
Or how far I have to go to become satisfied
When I'm gone will you long for a last dance or final song
You can try to deny
But if you're not alright
Then something must be wrong
Move away
Live and let down
Your family and old friends
There's no pleasing anyone in sticking around
Where's your desired end?
Because I know mine...
When I'm gone will you long for a last dance or final song
You can try to deny
But if you're not alright
Then something must be wrong
So, what's wrong?
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I'm faking it, I'm not 17, it's been 10 years
I'm told that I need a plan, they're not wrong
Finding stamp saving books in Blonde On Blonde
I'm faking it, I'm not 17, it's been 10 years
Riding around the city trying to find burned-out buildings, pointless signs:
'A silent vigil for peace'
'Open all day 11am til...'
I'm racing through speeding
My legs are nearly bleeding from the field now thigh-length high
I'm laughing as I go hysterical and weak-willed
I hope these weekend coastline nights can bring me closer to you
I'm taking everything that's been said to me in the last 10 years
The bad advice I've followed threw me back even further than I knew was possible
When lowest lows bred even worse than worse news
Thinking has it really been that long?
So much joy
So much gone wrong
I'm faking it, I'm not 17, it's been 10 years
I'm faking it, I'm not 17, it's been 10 years
I'm racing through speeding
My legs are nearly bleeding from the field now thigh-length high
I'm laughing as I go hysterical and weak-willed
I hope these weekend coastline nights can bring us closer
I'm racing through speeding
My legs are nearly bleeding from the field now thigh-length high
I'm laughing as I go hysterical and weak-willed
I hope these weekend coastline nights can bring me closer to you
I'm faking it, I'm not 17, it's been 10 years
I'm faking it, I'm not 17, it's been 10 years
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Departers
03:11
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They're tapping their feet and pacing around
They've been biting their nails following the crowd
Filling every minute with pointless distractions
Desperately sick and tired of inaction
They're tapping their feet and pacing around
I secretly saved a seat for you
Returning to the place where they think they should be
Departers run away and it's not hard to see
How there's solace to be found off the ground, above sea and away from here
Will you wait for me at the other side of the gate
Holding meetings, secrets, coffee stains
Escaping day-to-day routine malaise
Faces, stories, lost in the crowd
Watching contrails fade from the ground
They're tapping their feet and pacing around
I secretly saved a seat for you
Returning to the place where they think they should be
Departers run away and it's not hard to see
How there's solace to be found off the ground, above sea and away from here
Will you wait for me
Like you said you would
Because I'll expect you at the other side of the gate
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Circles
03:02
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Running around in circles
Yet it's me who's doing the chasing
Will there ever be an escape from this unstable roundabout I'm facing
Your empty words count for nothing
They've been disregarded at this stage
I wonder what it will take for you to see the damage you have made
You can't hide me from the world, it just doesn't work that way
Trailing steps of small-mindedness will only lead me astray
So don't you dare say that you love me and that you have my best interests at heart
When a lack of acceptance and respect for me just tear these things apart
You suggest pinning places on a map to mark the countries I have seen
Then lose it when I confess to the places I have been
Do my empty words count for nothing
They've been disregarded at this stage
I wonder what it will take for you to see the damage you have made
And the damage you have
You can't hide me from the world, it just doesn't work that way
Trailing steps of small-mindedness will only lead me astray
So if it makes you happy, you can keep talking
But my mind is made up
This overwhelming anger isn't right for me
And I've seen right through you
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8. |
Magpies / Ponderosa
04:05
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Too many magpies to count amount to a future unforeseen
Berries grow wildly, probably poisonous, kids are keen here
Apples grow too, the Ponderosa is into giving
And I'm into forgiving myself when I'm wrong
The walk back may be long
But love waits for me in the form of two girls
I wonder who I could live to disappoint first
It seems clear now
An absence looms, I choose the quick way home
I know my options are running out
A tree for a 'T' and a snake is an 'E'
Stolen bikes and the smell of weed
What's the worst thing that can happen to me?
Apart from throwing up in a plastic cup
Discarded at my feet
Who will I meet on these dimly lit streets?
While love waits for me in the form of one girl
I wonder how long it'll be until I disappoint her
It seems clear now
An absence looms, I choose the quick way home
I know my options are running out
We could leave
But what would be the point when we can love?
And give ourselves a reason to get up tomorrow
When we're both done with today
So what would be the point?
While love waits for me in the form of four walls
I wonder how long it'll be until I up and leave them
It seems unclear now
An absence looms, I choose the quick way home
I know my options are running out
We could leave
But what would be the point when we can love?
And give ourselves a reason to get up tomorrow
When we're both done with today
What would be the point?
I loved you
I still do
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9. |
Nights
03:07
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Aren't you bored of disappointment?
Time and time again you've tried to place blame
Out of sight and out of line
You live every day the same
Another night at the top of the stairs
Listening in, the only way to really know what you're thinking of me
Another night alone, sleepless, scared
Falling out, our night routines
Settling for familiar defeat
At least soon me and the morning will meet
Aren’t you tired of expectations
Time and time again you think I’ve done you wrong
But what’s the need in all your doubts
And I know it won’t be long…
Until another night at the top of the stairs
Head in hands, the only way to truly know how tomorrow will be
Another night alone, sleepless, scared
Watching my words but causing a scene
Settling for familiar defeat
At least soon me and the morning will meet
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