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Cement
02:56
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There ain't a thing that we can do
No pulling punches, swinging through
I put my feet upon the table
The air's too heavy in this room
I'm scratching lines in new tattoos
Is this behaviour so unstable?
Your good ear to the pavement
These streets always sound the same, no matter the day
Your roots met with cement
Your brother on the phone
I mean, yeah, I'm afraid of death
I just don't picture myself alone
Do I deserve your eyes and ears?
This chain is rusted 'round the gears
My feet keep slipping and I'm pretty sure the spokes are broken
Last night I rode my bike
An arrow shot towards the light of downtown city streets
Trade filaments for friends I've left behind
Eyes cut through our windows
I'm shutting all the blinds
Your roots met with cement
Your brother on the phone
I mean, yeah, I'm afraid of death
I just don't picture myself alone
Hung pictures on our walls
Keep falling to the floor
I need a sign in neon lights
So I can walk right out that door
I wanna tear off the hinges
Pack my bags with friends and memories
Of woods and worms between my fingers
In the dirt I feel at home
I wanna cry when boarding the plane
Build a bridge between two worlds
I wanna press my face against the window, as the ground falls far below
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Dumbfuck
03:25
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I tried to listen to my heart
But that boy's a real dumbfuck
So I listened to my head and it won't shut up
Stop sending me voice notes over a minute long, 'cos I'm not listening
I'm sorry, but I can't deal with that today
So sensitive
I'm bruised, I'm open, I'm picking my nose
And, despite all evidence, I care what you say
See, I don't know the next time I'll be home
But if I did, would it keep me afloat, or engulfed by the waves?
I tried to listen to my heart
But that boy's a real dumbfuck
So I listened to my head and it won't shut up
I don't know which way is worse, still I hurt myself with words
Pulling splinters from my fingers and my thumbs
I'm done with putting so much of myself in my songs
I've already thought about death for too long and it's only midday
So negative
Cry-eyed from the gusts and the kicked-up dust
But when Thomas is singing along, I know it's ok
Ok ok ok ok
Leanne says she feels that none of this is real
But we're tracing the seams, whether if it's in dreams or awake
I tried to listen to my heart
But that boy's a real dumbfuck
So I listened to my head and it won't shut up
I don't know which way is worse, still I hurt myself with words
Pulling splinters from my fingers and my thumbs
It's quite a sight
Reflections never clearer
See there's no one by my side
I run into the mirror and the shattered glass refracts
I see the end of every tunnel leading home
I'm not alone
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3. |
Get Mum!
03:12
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4. |
Actual Paper Aeroplanes
03:10
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New Friend Vancouver, British Columbia
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