1. |
Resolve.
04:51
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Insomnia lifts me off of my feet
Baptizing me in the window light
Insomnia has this beautiful way of making being alone the perfect company.
But I cannot count on getting rest
All I count are the reasons to stay awake
I've become a pair of tired eyes
And scorched imprints of illusory resolve
It's getting hard to suppress the memories
Everything floods back, now I'm so self aware
But I am learning that letting go should be
Beautiful
Let's see how much I can paint
With some words that are contrite
Still I guess we have to die inside before we can live outside
That's such a young face for such an exhausted soul
I think I need to find acceptance before my words convey rest
Is it better to end? Or is it better to mend?
And I'm still searching for my bed of admittance
(Acceptance, admittance)
It's getting hard to suppress the memories
Everything floods back, now I'm so self aware
But I am learning that letting go should be
Beautiful
Is it better to end?
Or is it better to mend?
Is it better to end?
Or is it better to mend?
Just let me go inside my head
Help me find acceptance.
It's getting hard to suppress the memories
Everything floods back, now I'm so self aware
But I am learning that letting go should be
Beautiful
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2. |
Imaginary Enemies.
04:06
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I've got a needle
I've got a feather
I've got a rope
The needles to forget
The feather of cement
Attached to the rope leaving nowhere to cope
Sometimes you just have to look away
This gnawing feeling that what I have
(Is not enough, is not enough)
I keep waking up expecting it to change but it never does
When the blood in your veins returns to the sea
Maybe you won't be ashamed
I guess I'm still stuck
Whether it's a loss or broken hope
I heard my heartbeat like footprints in water
Slowly drowning out of sight.
I've got a needle
I've got a feather
I've got a rope
The needles to forget
The feather of cement
Attached to the rope leaving nowhere to cope
I had my five seconds up on that rooftop
Not in the air (not in the air, not in the air)
I can hear my heartbeat weakening
I'm not afraid to die alone
But maybe I'm afraid that while I'm living it will be on my own
(Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you)
Do you love what you love? Or just the feeling?
I've got a needle
I've got a feather
I've got a rope
The needles to forget
The feather of cement
Attached to the rope leaving nowhere to cope
Push away, push away at least then it's your choice
(Who leaves you, who leaves you)
Imaginary Enemies in my head
Blaming me for all my sins I already know it's me
Forgive me
Forgive me for I have sinned
(Maybe then I won't need to push away)
Wash this anger
Wash this anger out of my skin
(Maybe then I won't need to push away)
I've got a needle
I've got a feather
I've got a rope
The needles to forget
The feather of cement
Attached to the rope leaving nowhere to cope
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3. |
21 Grams.
03:07
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I have this thought inside my head
That every word I say leads me to resolve
But what if it all lies in vain
Leaving my throat with another gram attached to it
Yet I bare my soul inside these words
And I bare my soul inside these chords
Amphigory at its best but at least it gets the weight off of my chest
My only goal is to create something that is honest
Something that can calm this friction in my bones
A few more words a few more lines until I
Until I can start to breathe again
Eyelids heavy
Thoughts heavier
Exposing this empty space
(Exposing this empty space)
I have this thought inside my head
That every word I say leads me to resolve
But what if it all lies in vain
Leaving my throat with another gram attached to it
Yet I bare my soul inside these words
And I bare my soul inside these chords
Amphigory at its best but at least it gets the weight off of my chest
(Amphigory at its best but at least it gets the weight off my chest)
Maybe I'm too comfortable being alone
Safe and sound inside my corner of words
But maybe life is just a series of rooms
And we're all supposed to learn how to be content alone
So I will wash my soul with words
And I'll wash my soul with chords
Each leaving my throat with a gram attached to it
I've learned how to be content alone
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4. |
Glass Eyes.
04:39
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Blindsided by my indiscretion
I'm trying to be the man that you saw in me
But it's my fear that he's stuck behind glass eyes
But you've watched me burn inside this hell that I created on my own
So help me find new skin
Please help me find new skin
Are you still afraid of waking up alone?
Or was I so distant that I pushed the fear out of you?
My father said close your eyes and fall
Fall fast asleep
Dream of a world you don't need to escape
Blindsided by my indiscretion
I'm trying to be the man that you saw in me
But it's my fear that he's stuck behind glass eyes
But you've watched me burn inside this hell that I created on my own
So help me find new skin
Please help me find new skin
I still wake up clutching a name
Hoping it turns into dust
Take these colors from all my veins
To see how drained I've become
Is it that I've buried so much
I have buried myself
Blindsided by my indiscretion
I'm trying to be the man that you saw in me
But you've watched me burn inside this hell that I created on my own
Blindsided by my indiscretion
I'm trying to be the man that you saw in me
But you've watched me burn inside this hell that I created on my own
So help me find new skin
Please help me find new skin
So help me find new skin
Please help me find new skin
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5. |
Unconscious Flashbacks.
03:51
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If my veins run dry inside your eyes
At least I won't feel you swimming in them anymore
I'd let myself fade out to get you out of my mouth
I'd watch myself fade away
To get you out of my lungs
You're not the air that I thought I needed
But it's unfair of me to expect you to help my breathe.
I found acceptance
In a bed of admittance
That I'm not in your head anymore
Watch the edge I'm steering toward
I'll keep this world no more
Let me sleep while the highs still something steep
I'm waiting for the day that these flashbacks stop
Keeping me up at night
So fill my veins with an ocean of asphalt
So maybe I can get you to walk out of them
You're not the air that I though I needed
But I'm the air that you needed to lose
I found acceptance
In a bed of admittance
That I'm not in your head anymore
Watch the edge I'm steering toward
I'll keep this world no more
Let me sleep while the highs still something steep
From falling asleep
To falling unconscious
These words that I say
May be lacking a conscience
You're not the air that I thought I needed
But I'm the air that you needed to lose
I found acceptance
In a bed of admittance
That I'm not in your head anymore
Watch the edge I'm steering toward
I'll keep this world no more
Let me sleep while the highs still something steep
I found acceptance
In a bed of admittance
That I'm not in your head anymore
Watch the edge I'm steering toward
I'll keep this world no more
Let me sleep while the highs still something steep
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Drew Harris Chicago, Illinois
I'm just a guy who likes music a little too much. Stick around for some good vibes.
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