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resisting a rest
02:29
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Before I go away
like painful thoughts of yesterday
I want to say
I thought I was past the bridge burning age.
Like a doctor I will focus my efforts on those I can save.
Like a fake knight I know I'll imagine a dragon to slay.
My sword is a pen that I dropped through a hole in the page.
I know I should relax
I'm trying my best
I guess that all this time I was resisting a rest
I guess that it's fine.
Tell another lie, look me in the eye.
At best, I'm just a frustrated student who keeps failing the test.
Now on the count of ready, set, fade away, I'll fade away.
Good luck with finding me.
By the time you blink I'll be as gone as gone can be
No one has to know
there's no such thing
as no one has to know
when yes means no.
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broken hands
04:00
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What would you give to keep your head above water?
What would you give to stay afloat?
These days are cold and the nights are long
I'd give everything just to see the sun
Broken blistered hands of mine
Everything that you touch turns into a blight
It plagues the earth, it plagues my mind
Won’t you let me live?
Won’t you let me die?
Won’t you keep my head above water?
What if giving up is the right thing to do?
What if my hands weren’t meant to take this weight?
What if my problems don’t ever stay?
What if they come and go like the tide, crashing and heaving?
Even broken hands can heal and build
These plagues don’t last forever
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weekending
02:55
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I’m weekending on a Tuesday at a small south Philly show
But I know there’s more to this one than what meets my blind eyes
I’m pretending it’s a mistake that your tongue sang soft those words
But a rose has it’s thorn and sometimes it’s subtle
I remember being drunk on candlelight
And I’m trying to remember if I realized what I had in front of me
But I’m blind and my eyes can barely see across this room
To see you
Oh, your voice, it cuts like velvet
and your sweet sting has struck me down
But I’m soothed by the groove of your strums and your quick frowns
I’m enchanted by the fire that still burns within your heart
You shoot bullets from your voice box and arrows from your guitar
I remember how it felt to feel so high
And I’m trying to forget the awful twinkle in your eyes
When you stole that part of me that one night
And now my heart can barely beat anymore
It’s such a chore
I’m weekending back to my place with a full pocket of cassettes
And I know that I don’t miss you
I just miss the fact that I miss the fact
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4. |
catch us
03:29
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Everyone today seems to be running
Running away towards nothing
Our legs aren’t moving but our hearts are beating faster than hummingbirds wings
Catch us if you can
Thoughts keep racing through our minds all day
Catch us if you can
We are running out of time
All our problems can't be fixed in a day
It's gonna take some time
Our lack of patience will get us nowhere
Faster than the blink of an eye
Catch us if you can
Thoughts keep racing through our minds all day
Catch us if you can
We are running out of time
It's been said that life moves so fast
Life is no longer passing us by
We’re moving so fast that we’re passing life by
We’re moving faster than the speed of life
Catch us if you can
Thoughts keep racing through our minds all day
Catch us if you can
We are running out of time
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cuddledrug Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Rock band turned vehicle for advocacy.
www.cuddledrug.com
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