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BLAINE

How much longer 

How much longer till it ends 

I’m Terrified you'll answer with silence

and condemn my resilience

So I pray for the millionth time

How much longer

How much longer till I'm done?

It feels like Years 

since I've slept in the sun 

I'm a weathered 22

This was supposed to be fun

With nothing left to say, I'm out of words

and whiskey drunk.

How much further can I go?

How much further can I go?

That's shit you're supposed to know.

How much further can I go?

How much further can I go? 

How much further can I go? 

How much further 'til I'm home?

Looking for someone to blame

Unaware and unmade 

Stripped of my name

Foolishly afraid

Looking for something to blame

Exhausted and unpaid

Gullible and ashamed

Foolishly afraid

Foolishly afraid

Foolishly

How much further can I go?

How much further can I go?

That's shit you're supposed to know.

How much further can I go?


LAURELHURST

It didn’t start this way, did you know

I wasn’t always skin and bone

It didn’t start this way did you know

I was someone’s shadow, I was a ghost in gaseous form

and they conceived me, I was born, and I was glass

And they say, never has anything so lovely broken so fast

You keep making movies out of things I swore I never said

And I’ll keep promising I’ll come to bed soon

We are just a emblem of our former promises

words no one ever says anymore 

And I can’t remember what it was like before

Fingertips and alcohol and pulling back,

and making all of my friends think maybe I'm not worth the drive

Well maybe I‘m not worth the drive

and you’ll keep making movies out of things I swear I didn’t mean,

And someday all of this will seem irrelevant 

Fingertips and alcohol and pulling back,

and making all your friends think maybe you're not worth the drive

Well maybe I‘m not worth the drive

and you’ll keep making movies out of things I swear I didn’t mean,

And someday all of this will seem irrelevant 

It's irrelevant


OLDER BROTHER

You've been walking home again

I can tell by your jeans

There's mud on the hem again

But only I would know what that means

You've been calling home again

I can tell by your cheeks

pretty girl you were once a child with wider eyes

and you still don't know what you need

Say your prayers at night

Though you know they'll gather at the ceiling

You will be alright 

Someone walking by will see you kneeling 

and know you're trying

 

What do you know about him?

What does he think about at night

and tell himself in the morning

To make living feel alright?

Nothing like time and freeways

To make you lose sight

But even love on it's best day

is a fluorescent light

And you're gonna be alright


PIKE/PINE

I don’t remember what I forgot 

But I know i could find it if all my thoughts

Were spread beneath an amphitheater 

splayed out in some parking lot 

Oh I'm sick of waiting

I’ve been spending all my time

Daydreaming about what my mind 

Would look like painted on the pavement

Somewhere between pike and pine

Oh how I’m sick of waiting

But oh I’m ruminating again


THE LINE

I don't mean to curse unnecessarily

I just need someone to notice me

I just need someone to notice how I've changed

I haven't slept since September at best

And I'd take my own life if it meant some rest

but if I go I don't want to be the one you blame

So I won't do anything

I don't try to make you sick of seeing me  

I just find I hold a blade too easily

I just need someone to tell me I seem strange

And I haven't slept since I last heard His voice

But these days all I hear is my own damn noise 

And I know if I go, you’ll all forget my name  

So I won’t do anything 

No I won't do anything

No I don't do anything anymore


TIM

Make yourself comfortable

I’ll pour a drink

To make us more comfortable

Saying what we think

We’ll talk about how everyone’s a fraud 

And then you’ll go ahead and tell a joke about God 

And we’ll laugh

But we’ll both feel awful about that 

I know you haven’t been sleeping too well

You forget who you are when everyone else goes to bed

You think it’s probably true what they said 

About sin and it doing you in 

You and I never stood a chance

 

I wish someone had looked me in the eyes

And said my dear, adulthood is so falsely advertised

You’ll know less everyday and feel more than you thought you ever could

And even though you’ll fuck up all the time you’re still good 

You’re still good

You’re still good

I know you haven’t been doing too well

You forget you’re a light when everyone else makes you dim

I’ll make it up to you [Tim]


MEAD

I will follow you

If you promise me

You'll make me better next time

You'll make this soul so clean

That I will barely know it's scar,

unfelt, unseen

Unfelt, unseen

I will follow you

If you promise me

You'll make me better next time

You'll wash this soul so clean

That I will barely know it's scars,

unfelt, unseen

Unfelt, unseen

I would follow you

If you promise me

You'll break me better next time

You'll make this cut so clean

That I will barely know a scar,

unfelt, unseen

And I can stay here where you are

'Cause getting older is a bad dream

I would follow you

But you promised me

You'd make me better this time

You'd make me better and you'd make me clean

But I'm in the soil, in the pain

It's felt, it's seen

I wish I could stay the same

'Cause getting older is a bad dream

 

You've gotten pretty good at reflecting me

But I'm not too fond of what I see

So I write these words 'til my fingers bleed

Under fluorescent lights, you know they drown me

In my left hand is a glass of mead

I'll put it back, so far back behind my teeth

And I'll taste everything, everything, everything

So honey sweet

It's so honey sweet

To feel everything

I feel everything