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It’s ok, I’m not wondering what you do, where you go, or how you’ve been
I’m lost then I’m found, I’m confident and proud it’s the last time I’ll drag myself to be here and just like last time I’ll drag myself to be here
Don’t go slow with me…you’ve got to
My message in your bottle, it keeps me at bay when I can’t help but pray to just be washed away towards you
She said “I’m gonna sit by the water, I’m gonna wait all day by the water, because I know Asbury will be here”
It’s times just like that turnpike drive I look back and see I’m missing all the hints and sparkle of you and what I’d go through
Every time I get myself back up again you push me down
Every time I build myself back up again you break me down
On your birthday I took the ride, I’d fall any height for (you)
I hate that I never feel right, break up just to break down
It’s ok, I’m not wondering what you do, where you go, or how you’ve been
I’m lost then I’m found, I’m confident and proud it’s the last time I’ll drag myself to be here and just like last time I’ll drag myself to be here
Don’t go slow with me…you’ve got to
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Mary Austin
03:43
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Can we put on an 80’s movie? Hold on I hear a song coming on
It’s Freddie Mercury singing “can somebody find me somebody to love?”
To the basement for the weekend, did you hear what he said and Julia believed him?
I guess this drink is for broken hearts anyway
Let’s cheers, pick up that glass, cause’ soon five years will pass and you’ll tell me nothing was ever better than this
Damn, I know the feeling...
It’s the quiet tear between right and wrong, the weight to make an honest woman of her
It takes time to deal with it, it takes time to deal with it
Warm and soft lips, sweet for seconds
Pledge yourself to me, the gold and glory, the dirt and stained teeth
I’m tired of street signs pointing me in every direction, a place so far from me, so far from me…
I’m tired…
There’s a thing for you…it whispers and twirls
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Your Older Bones
04:18
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I don’t want to be attached I just want to crave
I want to have your best and keep my space…it does me no good
I don’t want to pour myself onto the page
I don’t want to sing a song that leaves me empty…it does me no good
Are your older bones holding up a body that you hoped to know? oh hell
I’m here breathing, grateful, always needing a place that I can call my home
What do you do when your plans walk out on you? oh hell
Day to day, convinced I’m wrong in every way, oh hell
My God this American dream screams “hallelujah” for the craziest things
And I’ll let loose if you promise not to judge and if I act the fool just chalk it up to fun
Place my hands on your speaker box hips
I can’t shake the taste of your treble and bass
I know I’m so demo and you’re a hit single but baby, the radio doesn’t have to know
The first time I swore it was the last time that I’d walk out on you
Desperate and sweet, darling…just like you wanted to
The last time I swore it was like the first time that I laid eyes on you
Desperate and sweet, darling…just like you wanted to
Wave for the last time cause’ I can’t count on you
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The Closets
03:10
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Have I been leaning on you way too long?
Are you tired of this shoulder song?
Like the time I drove you home you said “my love it’s over and gone”
I had a dream of your green backpack; I was freaking out
I called your phone to talk about the things I never said that you warned I would always regret
But guess what, I still do, it aches and reminds me of you
What I promise and say, act but never do, I’m hurting, I’m hurting since you’re gone
This time it’s the same but I’m a little bit mad yea, a little bit sad that I’m growing, saying the same prayer like no one knows your closets like I do
What’s a man to do when he’s broke and he knows that the only glue is you?
Cheers to keeping up, to the beat of my heart that hopes to be enough
Stay up for me
Take this glass and pray for the right lips, for the right kiss
I want to trickle down your throat and starve out the need to let go
Wait, have I glorified this feeling?
She said “your voice sounds far”
North Carolina we are, I’m hurting since you’re gone
Stay up for me, I’m hurting since you’re gone
I’m coming over tonight, oh’ I swear this time I’m coming through
Walk through the fog hoping that I’m enough
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I’m getting down on my upkeep, said positive vibes and pretending I’m healing but life is such
I just can’t get enough of that feeling at the bar or your hands where they are
I always race, break down and stay in place because if we reach the end and I can’t pretend that its worth what we hoped it be at first the weight of us both falls on myself for who gets hurt
I’m sorry I can’t love the way that I set out to but know that I feel guilty
I’m sorry I’m set to change, broken for better, deserving much more than me
She said “you always hold back from me” the quiet you keep from company
The words spilled out like Holocene, some way a part, apart from me
Like the house wife waiting for her pills to erase the void that her kids can’t fill
I won’t stop til’ I’m better or I’m face down the floor, Father, let them
Don’t build me up, I’ll let you down
We used to walk to the corner store, now I can’t feel what I never knew or hold to the touch of what you’re going through
No, I can’t define her…
I’m sorry I’m set to change
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Forever From Afar
04:23
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It's at the point where I've said too much
I'll write her again hoping for love
You’re bad news and tattoos, weigh on my heart but it beats on to come loose
I can't talk about it, the feeling persists, ghosts of your hands touching on my wrist
I'm a fool to love you, torn into two, gotta do what I got to
It's a bass highway, treble top singing it loud, he's not over you, the radio can't tune
It’s never gonna fix what makes you sick, pressing on repeat, just let go of it
Am I too old for punk rock sing alongs? you're head strong, it makes me nervous
You played "convinced I'm wrong" I hoped to fix us for so long, it makes me nervous
I'm in trouble. I swore I'd never choose another lover unless I have to...Lord knows I have to
Everything you say goes without saying and I'm praying to push it all away
I know the feeling well it's like a kick drum, enough to keep you still wondering what you've become
I've always been a sucker for the pretty things, believed in beautiful and then the Lord sang
"pack your bags, kid. Because it’s gonna get harder so don't forget. I made you city tough, with a big
heart, strong bones to carry you when your body scars. Light a cigarette, drag like your last one.
Ink a few more tattoos, show them where you're from."
Yea, I'm city tough with a big heart.
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Not Now, Never Again
03:41
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It's at the point where I've said too much
I'll write her again hoping for love
You’re bad news and tattoos, weigh on my heart but it beats on to come loose
I can't talk about it, the feeling persists, ghosts of your hands touching on my wrist
I'm a fool to love you, torn into two, gotta do what I got to
It's a bass highway, treble top singing it loud, he's not over you, the radio can't tune
It’s never gonna fix what makes you sick, pressing on repeat, just let go of it
Am I too old for punk rock sing alongs? you're head strong, it makes me nervous
You played "convinced I'm wrong" I hoped to fix us for so long, it makes me nervous
I'm in trouble. I swore I'd never choose another lover unless I have to...Lord knows I have to
Everything you say goes without saying and I'm praying to push it all away
I know the feeling well it's like a kick drum, enough to keep you still wondering what you've become
I've always been a sucker for the pretty things, believed in beautiful and then the Lord sang
"pack your bags, kid. Because it’s gonna get harder so don't forget. I made you city tough, with a big
heart, strong bones to carry you when your body scars. Light a cigarette, drag like your last one.
Ink a few more tattoos, show them where you're from."
Yea, I'm city tough with a big heart.
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