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Dear June
04:42
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how bittersweet
your memories seem to fade
you hold beneath you
everything i've said
but baby blues
your eyes have thought of the flood
is he the chilling of your bones
'cause i would kill to be the stirring of your blood
i want you to know that
i want you to know that
i want you
fo-my-oh (for my own)
we're an hour late
there's no point in showing up
you've been changing with the leaves it's called growing up
it's now 12 o'clock
and you stumble out of bed
he's the
but i'm the introspective
voice that's in your head
it's okay,
when are you making sense?
got you caught up in your
false pretense
i'll do anything you ask me to do
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2. |
Seventeen
04:00
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here's the song you wish I wrote
when we were seventeen
young enough to utter love
but still not sure of what we mean
promises were soon to be forgotten
let's begin with your self loathing
taking pictures off the wall
do you regret your choice of clothing
act like I don't care at all
when you elaborate about him
speak your mind
and I will write down every word
the best things left unsaid
go unheard
well here's the song you wish I wrote
when we would fall apart
struggling to find myself
amidst a nearly broken heart
chasing sunsets
they attribute to the sadness
let's pretend I didn't matter
I'll pretend you didn't care
we can makeup like we're friends
and I can spend another year
but I want to contribute
to the madness
speak your mind
and I will write down every word
the best things left unsaid
go unheard
inhale your brief desires
exhale your deepest sin
and I will breathe you in
I will breathe you in
throw keepsakes in the fire
exhale to feel again
and I will breathe you in
I will breathe you in
AND I'LL HOLD YOU IN
you are my favorite nightmare
disguise you as a dream
things aren't always
the way they seem
you are the space inside my bed
and every place inside my head
that we used to wonder off and find
you are a flower that's in bloom
and I'm still trapped inside my room
writing songs about the past again
you are the works of Claude Monet
with every word I wrote you to stay
so darling won't you stay
well here's the song I wish I wrote
when I was seventeen
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3. |
Autumn
04:37
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take my advice
if this room is still burning
I'll come to suffice
and the tables are turning
succumb to your vice
and ill take whats left of your head
well maybe I'm right
place your blame on the season
but maybe tonight
i can give you a reason
so lets skip the fight
we can fall like the leaves in your bed
early November were dressed for the weather in June
hope you'll remember the nights that we spent in my room
hopelessly devoted to you
despite what you do
back to the world where you tremble and shudder
this town has been great
but its no place for lovers
so don't be afraid if i
st-st-st-stutter your name
lets pack our bags
and take a trip to Montauk
sit out on the beach
or kiss underneath the boardwalk
ill listen close
but ignore when you talk about him
death by despair
there's a tear in the fabric
your favorite pair
with your back to the mattress
got nothing to wear
but maybe I'm somebody else
were constantly drifting apart just to see if you'll miss me
maybe I'm trying too hard just to get through to you
so help me I'm drowning and always in over my head
I'm nowhere to be found, maybe I'm better off... on my own
hopelessly devoted to you
despite what you do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
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4. |
Snow
04:11
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it's a call to the wind
you've been doomed from the start
there's a tear in your heart
once again
but you...
can find solace in sin
snow as white as your skin
of a corpse but with low self esteem
and i know what it's like
to feel co dependent
but i want you to know
that i wrote you this song
and i...
meant every word that i sung
it's a quarter past one and it's something to do when you're
dumb and you're young
but i....
i wrote the book on
brooding... and self deprecation
but let's not pretend for a sec
that you needed
all your medication
now i'm vexed
we would write and argue semantics
your rehashed inhibition
does nothing but falter romantics
what's a word from the wise
if you're never through bitchin
your mothers a wreck
on the floor in the kitchen
your father's all packed
and he left her alone
but i'm still awake
and avoiding the phone
cause your picture's still there
on the back of my screen
with the text that you left
and i still can't believe
that you're gone
and never coming back
cause you're gone
for as long as i live
this will never subside
it's the pain in my chest
it's the last time i cried
you're the calm and the storm (you're) a break from the norm
you exist in my heart
and the songs i perform
but you left without
saying your final goodbye
i regret never saying i love you
but i hope you know
despite all the snow
i can't spend the winter alone
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Shoobies Berkeley Township, New Jersey
L'amour est dans les rues
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