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Crushingly
03:30
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Saturday I'm going to keep myself inside
Satisfied that I've convinced you to confide
Back and forth, we've been enacting our own deaths
Petrified of how to spend our final breaths
Tired of telling stories
Tired of telling lies
I could make you into me
You could make me into you
We might stop this crushingly
But we're only telling truths
Yesterday I had a dream that you were fine
Yet it seemed that all your problems now were mine
Waking up, am I relaxed or am I scared?
Taking stock of the extent to which I care
Tired of telling falsehoods
Tired of seeming free
And the winter makes you soft
As the cold redeems your bones
And misfortune makes you love
And then love leaves you alone
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Eres
02:48
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'Tongue' by REM was playing in the kitchen
Holding back my thirst for Francophile suggestions
I'm never going to make it happen
I'm always going to get you answering
Recalling over wine how your grandma was a hippie
The small hand turns round twice and everyone gets tipsy
You're never going to see me dancing
I'm never going to let it happen
And what was different when I came round two days later?
A bliss extinguished with a word
I almost dropped my plate escaping to the bedroom
I didn't eat till the next day
Walking by the burn, we stopped to feed Delilah
First time in this wind-cursed town I've not felt an outsider
I never thought that it could happen
You're always going to find me lagging
And what was different when we met up two weeks later?
A bliss rekindled with a word
I almost dropped my phone encapturing the memories
A portrait looking far away
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On the Rocks
04:13
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Sitting on the rocks, the seabirds draw out circles high above
I'm not sure how we got to talking of emotions approaching love
Maybe it's the wind that gets us spilling guts and secrecies
No matter how they spin, these falling seeds are swallowed by the sea
But I'm glad I told you all the silly things that I have thought
I'm glad I told you and you sat and listened
And I hope you know how much it meant to me that you were there
I hope you know how much you set my mind at ease
A couple walks their dog, a tide line marked by pawprints in the sand
But up here on the rocks, impressions are too hard to understand
The waves begin to crash, the seabirds scarper off and start to shrink
You slowly tilt it back - that take-away cup stained by countless drinks
And I'm glad you told me all the shitty things that he has done
I'm glad you told me and I didn't have to ask
And I hope it meant at least a little bit that I was there
I hope I said enough to put your mind at ease
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Asked a friend 'cause you couldn't dare to go the chemist's yourself
Your mum worked there and you doubt she'd bear the thought of her daughter in hell
I can't live here anymore
I can't live here anymore
It was Friday night, you turned off the light and sat on the edge of the bed
Childhood friends - there and back again - and somehow it got in your heads
I don't want this anymore
I don't want this anymore
So you look for trains going west
And you copy down the address
Of the doctor your cousin knows
From the time she broke her collarbone
Haunted by the sights in the dead of night of coat hangers, vacuums, and blood
Covered up for you, lied to the whole school - this is love, this is love, this is love
I can't live here anymore
I can't live here anymore
So you take the train going west
And you go to the address
Of the doctor your cousin knows
From the time she broke her collarbone
Had to come back home, no funds of your own, your mother was silent and cold
Whispers round the town, smiles turned upside down, you wish you could be brave or bold
I can't take this anymore
I can't take this anymore
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High Priority
04:51
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I'd like to spend at least a week carefree and laidback
And feel the weight lifted off
(You make me empty) Emptying my body on a sultry afternoon
In the pale sky through the window I see the ghost of a half-moon
(Make me over) Over everything which once was high priority
I'd like to ride round a town foreign and far-off
And feel the breeze dance my hair
(Make me promise) Promise I'll try hard this winter and get things back on track
Rearrange derangements to be symptoms of a lack
(So make me better) Better hold your breath though, I'm not high priority
Somewhere you're kicking and screaming your message
Never thought that you would find a welcome mind to share confessions
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