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You said, I say
03:14
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Well you said you needed love, but that's not what I need from you.
You said you wanted to hang out but that's not what i need from you.
All the things you've been asking for, you've been looking for can only be found elsewhere.
You said you've made so many mistakes with me.
But I say we’re just a bunch of broken people searching for something, some sort of savior.
All I need from you my dear is to let me go so you can grow into your wings.
Cut your demons down because you're the only one that can do it.
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Fake brave
02:14
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I wrote a love song for you but I threw it away
because I wanted it to reflect the words I would say
if my thoughts were organic like the leaves on your salad
but they're probably not.
I wrote a love song for you but it was a mistake
because you’ll never break through to my stubborn young brain.
I used to know all the phrases I could use to sing your praises
but I definitely forgot
Sticks and stones are pointless instruments but words my dear are weapons of war.
I'd rather burn my guns and my bridges than die in my uniform.
I'm fake brave and you can't stay.
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Hello cowgirl in the sand
Is this place at your command?
Can I stay for a little while?
Can I see your sweet sweet smile?
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you, is it the same?
Is it the woman in you
that makes you want to play this game?
Hello ruby in the dust
Has your band begun to rust?
After all the sin we've had
I thought we might go back
Hello woman of my dreams
Is this not the way it seems?
Purple words on a grey background
To be a woman and to be turned down...
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4. |
Love is worth pneumonia
05:24
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Love is worth pneumonia,
but is it worth a sunburn?
I wish that I had told ya
that you kiss like no other
but I lost my Patagonia
and I guess I should've shown ya
the world
the world?
yeah.
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INTJ
03:51
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Staring at a hot air balloon
Knowing I could float away too
like all the birds of prey pretending to be fish in the sea
I'm done apologizing for the things that make me me
When I grow up I wanna be dead
That well behaved cadaver put a bullet in his head
Please carve apart my brain and figure out where I went wrong
Cut out this damn disease that makes me write all these dumb songs
Cuz maybe then I would act normally and be loved
Yesterday I cut off my foot
Right after I removed it from my mouth
Yeah I got lots of tooth marks on my feet
You should see 'em
Yeah, you can count 'em
Turns out I'm an INTJ
I stick my head in well organized sand all damn day
I'm an introvert it seems and I don't give a fuck
Your secret's always safe with me cuz I'm too scared to talk
And even if I wanted to, who would I tell?
Sweet at first now bitter at last
Like a candle wax orgasm or a backwards sour patch
Sometimes I wish that I can go back in the woods and die
At least then I’d be safe and sound from those who wish to pry
I'll lose my sanity again just like I have before
my worry is the big bad wolf
I'm sucking wind and I'm blowing down the door
My worry is the big bad wolf and I'm blowing down the door
Subtle heart attack
Backwards sour patch
Feeling coming on
Blue and honey blonde
I'll lose my sanity again just like I have before
My worry is the big bad wolf I'm blowing down the door
Insanity is what sets me apart from the rest
And I am blessed
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Too safe
06:00
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Get your long knife
Find a cold dark place outside
Too safe
Stop responding
Leave your nice new phone inside
Let it ring throughout the night
You’re too safe
You’ll stop responding
Ignore the hole in your heart
Runaway friend
You'll never taste my face again
You're too late
I stopped responding
Miss the life you left behind
Wander through the woods at night
You’re too safe
Yeah, you can't shock me
I get it, I made the hole in your heart
You made the rot in my brain
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7. |
Chris McCareless
07:45
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My name is Christopher
I got my loans deferred at the expense of my parents and their sad and sorry eyes
I selfishly influence everything and I have a solid feeling that I'm telling you a lie
Yeah, I'm telling the truth about that
Mom don't have to worry anymore
They just found my body
Wrapped up in a blanket next to yours
I sometimes think what is the chance of this?
I dug myself a hole that I have crawled into in time
The ladder is gone and no rope is thrown down
I guess that this is something I just had to learn and it's about time
Yeah, I'm thinking my truth is a lie
Mom don't have to worry anymore
They just found my body
Wrapped up in a blanket next to yours
What do I see in my dream before me?
I see my dark cloud infiltrate the mainstream
I see my likeness contaminating history
I am the serpent fast reticulating ‘round thee
I am the body in the bus
Now watch my dark cloud infiltrate the mainstream
Observe my likeness contaminating history
Call of the wild? More like a call of popularity
I am the body in the bus
Bow down and worship me
I’m leaving home so I can die on my own
I wanna die on my own
Stuck overthinking til my head explodes
Please let me perish alone
Another day you’ll worship me
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cuddledrug Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Rock band turned vehicle for advocacy.
www.cuddledrug.com
Love everyone.
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