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I'm getting high off the vibe of the first fight.
Tonight (is the night) I will (finally) feel alive.
Can't pull me down or slow my pace.
I never give up on my inner battles.
They keep me company.
My grit and will are out the window.
Shattered glass is all I have to hold on to.

It's another summer Saturday night
the werewolves are laughing outside.
What do you except with the moon this bright?
you hear your parents in the kitchen
repetition of conversations
you bury your body
in sweaty sheets
and your pillow is filled with regret.

I want to twist this skin
I want to feel it
Just how flexible it is
Maybe someday I will eventually know
It’s not as easy as it seems

I know it’s hard to let go
A certain standard you’ve created

I'm gonna build a boxcar
And drive far away
To my favorite places
That I have yet to visit

(ABEC 7 bearings will carry me through
Anything we do together)

Breathe deep
A couple of words that I tend to repeat
Nervous what’s coming so I try to run away
But off in the distance I can hear you say
Like marrow in your bones you need me

I don’t understand the pain inside my chest
It’s all in my head you said

I am sick of this cycle turning in the opposite direction
you made me so happy way back in kindergarten
The first kiss we created during recess at the daycare
The time out sessions nearby the closets
They were beyond worth it.

The children in the background
they've always stayed in focus

you drank coffee in college and I did the same
9 o' clock is when our session starts
the taste burns deep inside my tongue
newspaper articles are useless
we have each other
and to let you know Tom
you have refilled more than just my mug

My lungs need to act like windows and open up
I can't breathe

Tell the furniture to take off their costumes
I'm sick and tired of feeling empty in a crowded room
Being claustrophobic never felt so selfish
I know I'm not crazy
I would take anything to bypass my mood

I have never been so scared and sad at the same time.
I finally will figure out what life truly means when it's all left behind
I did not know what steps to take after graduating high school.
I never knew much of anything.
The midwest has blessed me with great friends and unforgettable relationships,
still hits my head each and everyday.

Well if these bones still hold me up, I'm fine.

I see this icicles, they're melting around me.
An indication to hydrate my body.
Drink the poison. It's only a matter of time before we attend each other's funerals.

I suppose the future is sick.
We are mannequins dressed with perfection in the eyes of little kids.
The poor children, they don't see what's coming (they don't see what's coming).

Nothing’s ever good enough
Nothing’s ever good enough
Nothing’s ever good enough
The weather’s never cold enough
To drive me out

Chapter one needs to come
I have complained all morning

It's times like these i wish i had
some common sense left inside of my head.
I should have known this would never work out.

I just want to be a part of something beautiful.

Vibrations, tounge and cheek,
what words are worth to even speak anymore?

Tired arms,
Sweaty palms
Yet I still keep my fingers crossed

I hope you’re okay
I hope you’re okay
Fuck!

Lets turn back the clock
And do this one more time
It’s so hard
Finding a purpose in my emptiness
‘Cause I am an icicle
You are the summer heat
A language
That I could barely speak

I never loved anyone with this amount of heart before
And I never knew a bear like you could tear myself in a hideous mess

The meteorologist
Said we couldn't make it through this
Well, obviously they don't teach bravery
Or how to love, or how to care
Because I got guts, yeah, I got guts, yeah

Tiny Moving Parts — I'd Rather Soar With The Thought Of Birds Carrying Us Away (Лучше я буду витать с мыслью о том, как птицы уносят нас прочь)

Миллиарды тел падают с многообещающих небес. Я очень хочу, чтобы ты мне поверила. Ветви ломаются, разрезая наши узы наихудшими мыслями моей головы.
Я надеюсь, сегодня ты пересечёшь этот мост со мной.

С тех пор, как я научился слышать, мои уши всегда давали мне понять, что же будет дальше. Время на исходе.
Я не был эгоистом, ведь я отдал тебе всё, что у меня было.

Sometimes I dream
of my teeth rotting right out my mouth and I can’t talk when the glands swell
and it’s so sad that I can’t wake up to smell the coffee.

I know the feeling of chasing dream when falling asleep
then once you finally wake up, nothing’s changed.
I’m still here while you’re still there,
the tendons on my little heart can barely stand to function.

We're slowly losing touch.
Grasp my hands a little tighter
and i'll quit being afraid.
I'm still a boy at heart,
and the fact that you're running away is unbearable in so many aspects of companionship
We speak our own language that no one understands.

When i was 17 i first fell in love,

The stress
May bring out the death of me
And ever since you left
I've felt empty
I've felt empty
Silhouettes, my only close friends
Desperately searching for something ever since you left
I needed company

Someone once told me
Good byes never come easy
I believed him as he believed that
He’s not the only one who is suffering

You’re always welcome back
I could use your lungs
I have been fighting asthma attacks for so long

Can we please turn on a movie?
I need something distracting from what's really happening
To us, because I can't handle this.
I can't listen to another minute of the words I'm collecting.

There is a difference between
What I want and what I need
Will I figure this out?

someday we will figure this all out
(let's make a plan to meet again)
but as for now, i'll be stranded
on this dock with my thoughts
in a bundle of confusion
time took you so why won't time take me too?

like an arrow

Let the water freeze on the doorstep
Keep inside all the worries in your head
Stay warm like a sweater on an old man

How do you sleep at night? I wonder
Does the tension leave your bed?
I’ve asked myself this question once or twice
But I can’t comprehend

Sundresses decorate the cabin
You look so beautiful tonight
Everyone is so beautiful tonight

Grab my hand
Let's dance like we used to in high school
These are the golden years
Let's spend them holding beers

Home is no sense of comfort
I'll stray to the forest and build up a tree fort.
Out of the sticks that you've gave me,
by the river when I was young.
Self-respect, is such a strong word
I can't comprehend how many times i have tried it,
how many times i have lost it
but I don't dare ask for closure,

I see a sunset fade into the haze of a dim lit cigarette you roll to smoke and call it a day. We have poor hygiene far from clean but never felt so pure. We reek a fresh sweat and stale beer. It smells like paradise here. When we grow up we may lose touch, but we gotta stay strong because we're so young. Please stay strong! All we know are these highway roads, sketchy parking lots we consider our homes. I know it sounds crazy, yet we fall hard asleep, it's rare that we worry. We're only here until we are gone, so somebody will you tell me what's the hurry? Fingers crossed that the cops don't come, and I'm 100% positive that we never found all the empty cans under the van seats. We're too busy sharing stories and laughing about how boring any situation can be if there is nobody trying to make the best of everything. Enough is never quite enough unless we cherish what is given to us. Oh dear, what you love for fear of us.

Help me count to ten backwards but not too fast
Help me measure out how much time has passed
I need a better understanding
A focal point and a glass of whiskey
A formulated plot to make these thoughts stop

I sit around I think about
How loud this silence can sound

I've been holding my breath for way too long.
It seems that both my lungs are strong enough
to hold all this endless air.
I don't belong because my head is a ticking clock.
All i have to ask is someone please alarm my body.

My home is not existent.
My heart is buried in the ocean.

We never seem
To listen to the music
The radio plays
The songs never stick
I know we're so
Distracted by our endless
Conversations in the basement
They're truly the best connection

And so we travel in triplets
we’re speechless
on what we’re about to see.
This could be the end of everything.

We set the ties, to hold the love.
It’s all we got, it’s all we brought with us.
this is not exactly where I wanted to be.