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Postcard
02:56
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I'll send you a postcard of ill-begotten chatter and a stupid joke.
And I hope that it finds you well. I won't be far.
I can't go far.
I'll try my best to fill you in on banter that's irrelevant while
I act insincere about remote destinations.
They're just too far.
Ya won't go far.
And I know my constant fretting's mostly unintelligible.
Like cunning birds, I get it, you're not leaving,
You're just gonna be gone a while.
And I hope that you know that I'm rooting for your cause,
I just hope that you remember me.
I can't help but worry that you've figured out I need you more than you need me.
Guess I'll see ya when I see ya!
Could you see it any other way?
I tend it wear it on my sleeves,
That I'm just pretending to believe!
In any sort of normalcy or just predictability.
Per usual I'll wait and see, cross my fingers,
Hope to be anywhere.
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Lights Out
03:06
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Does anyone else get freaked out when the lights are left turned on?
It's like somebody stayed behind when they were not supposed to.
It's like you stumbled upon a secret that you had no business to tend to.
But the truth is, nothing's ever there.
Like an express one way to nowhere
Oh where have you been?
I should probably be on my way.
Does anyone else get freaked out when the lights are left turned on?
Like there should be something at the end. You can't just constantly pretend
That there's always meanings, or a means to an end.
Sometimes fleeting moments are just that:
Tranquility or resounding dullness, is there a fuckin' difference?
It's getting hard for me to tell.
Guess I should probably go!
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So Called "Future" Thing
03:57
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Walking by houses my friends used to live in,
Remembering past vitality, now stagnant.
Old neighborhoods that give me no cause to return.
Not that I ever stayed for long.
Talking to people I haven't seen since I got out of my hometown.
I admit, it's kinda strange you'd even remember my name
Cuz I can't say I would think that much about me.
But maybe next time I see you, we can talk about something else
Other than my tendency to stay up all night
Then struggle to maintain my composure the next day
Cuz this so-called "future" thing is wearing my mind thin
I hope I find something a little more interesting to say.
Sometimes I wake up wishing that I had just the slightest clue of where I was
In this life of second guesses, I'm always making mistakes
And I'm wondering how it is I got here.
I know it sounds melodramatic to say I'm always freaking out,
To say I'm always looking at things with the worst in mind.
Though I promise I'll be fine. No, I swear to god I'm fine!
Because you got a new job, and I'm stuck at my parents' house
Sometimes I think I'd be better off pretty much anywhere else but here.
But I know that's just wishful thinking that running away
Would cause the slightest fucking difference.
But maybe next time I see you, we can talk about something else
Other than my tendency to stay up all night
Then struggle to maintain my composure the next day
Cuz this so-called "future" thing is wearing my mind thin
I hope I find something a little more interesting to say.
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Leaking
05:56
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The ceiling is leaking over me.
The floor is pulsating.
I breath inconsistent, rhythmically.
My head is growing heavy
From the overwhelming lethargy.
It's almost like a guilty comfort knowing
That no matter if I keep up or stay fucking still
I know the world will move on with or without me.
A bad couple days turned into weeks,
And I'm just stuck here killing my time with Nintendo.
I'm only getting older, as if time really was "of the essence".
I'm trying to do more than just wait it out.
Trying to keep up, but it's sinking in
I'm kinda paralyzed by anxiety,
The feeling of abnormality,
It's got me stuck here, it's got me stuck right here!
Sometimes reality is stagnant, what can you do?
Everyday's the fucking same, yeah, what can you do?
When it feels like everybody's got this shit under control,
And you're hitting brick walls trying to maintain a fucking home
You can quit another job
Take another loan
You can try to find a better home
You can tell off all your friends
You can move away again
You can write the same song twenty-five more times.
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Return To Sender
01:16
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I hope that this message finds you well.
It's been a long time coming from me
To say something simple like
"What's up?" "I miss you",
Or even tell you off.
So call me stubborn, the ship has fucking sailed.
Cuz what is closure but a cheap means to an end?
Because when I die, I hope if you're not by my side
I've said goodbye...
(if I have to)
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