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Aurora Alone
04:24
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Everybody else is out of town
I promise I'm not calling cuz I'm lonely
It's just you mold my shape to fit yours somehow
And I keep coming back although you told me that you don't know
It's like pulling teeth
Too numb to hurt
It's like a part of me
Decided not to work
I'm circling the block outside my house
Feeling the same way each time I finish
I'm dizzy by the hundredth time about
Something you said while my head wasn't in it
It's like pulling teeth
Too numb to hurt
It's like a part of me
Decided not to work
You tore a page out of a book you loved
And put it up on my wall
With marks and highlighter on your favorite parts
And a note to the guy who wrote them all
Now I think it's on the floor or in a box
In the room down the hall
Strange how some things can mean so much and then nothing at all
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2. |
Union Springs
04:18
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Got out of my car just south of Union
Old tire marks, I guess we'd been arguing
Saw the whole thing playing in slow motion
But I really put some time into getting past it
I'll marry too young
So i never have to feel alone with everyone
Attached to someone
Then I'll teach my two sons
In hopes that they be better than I ever was
Without holding me up
Couldn't pay my rent again I went to stay with you
Better than my mom's, but then I guess I never told you
I always close off my head, and you just needed someone to talk to
You'd think that'd be an easy thing to do
I'll marry too young
So i never have to feel alone with everyone
Attached to someone
Then I'll teach my two sons
In hopes that they be better than I ever was
Without holding me up
Maybe down the road I'll buy the house I grew up in
And paint all the walls the same as when I was ten
Maybe I won't feel guilty for all the things I did
Instead of being ashamed of what I've been
I'll marry too young
So i never have to feel alone with everyone
Attached to someone
Then I'll teach my two sons
In hopes that they be better than I ever was
Than I'll ever become
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I'm hoping things matter
And the next couple years
Don't feel like the former
Right now there's no point to being here
There's no point to being here
The chip on my shoulder
The spots on my skin
A constant reminder
That it was always going to happen again
I'd always sink lower
Hoping the bottom nears
Then I'll try and recover
Unless there's no point to being here
There's no point to being
But in that moment
You felt purpose
You felt light
You laughed despite what you're feeling inside
All it was was a moment
Not a purpose
It wasn't right
You're more different as time goes running down the line
You're different and you told yourself a lie
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4. |
Rain All Day
03:08
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Calm me down again
Like only you can do
You're growing leaves and branches
I'm tripping at your roots
And I'm trying not to need you
But when I wake up it's the first thing that I do
Under the shower head
Sweating out the blues
You're ankle deep in it
I'm washing out the wound
And I'm trying not to need you
But when I wake up it's the first thing that I do
And I'm trying not to need you
But when I wake up it's the first thing that I do
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5. |
South For The Summer
04:09
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Slowing your burns running from end to end
I replace it all after to do it all over again
I took a piece when it was just embers
And watched it go out as if it never mattered to me
And I called it progress, a north pointing compass
Needle straying off the line when I'm convinced I deserve it
Followed a pattern I always repeat
I'm sorry I'm making things harder for me
Head in a hole
Mel, you're moving on south for the summer
With you headed down it's been pulling me under
Taking my time coming up for air wondering
If I'll be less of myself when you get there
We used to talk. I forgot what about
But I remember the drive home from your house
Your head in your forearm, some words in your mouth
I couldn't hear you then, and I know it's too late, but I'm listening now
Head in a hole
All that's left of you detaches and blows away
It'll never come back again. Wish it would stay
Miss who you were, tell me it's okay
I regret who I was, but there are parts that I miss everyday
You're holding your hand out, and touching my face
And I thought I felt better, but it was just a phase
I should do it for myself. I know I should change
Until the wind whips me around again and into the lake
Head in a hole
Head in a
I regret who I was, but there are parts that I miss everyday
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