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Into Endings
04:28
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your best intentions bled out
and never followed through
i can't tell if they were fake lights
that brought me to my home
dreams were made when we were alone
i can't stand the way
you throw yourself in broken arms.
nostalgia comes from being
lost inside dark nights
there were never moments
just flashes in time
and here i sit on a strangers bed
you led me to your house
where i slept but never rested.
he said too much to only see
half the backs and half the faces
focused on the exits
this time he's pushing over
not being pushed on again
the endings will collide
the dust forms something new
old intentions couldn't fake the truth.
doubting myself in a time where
compassion carried no weight
until decisions came
then i found out what
mattered most to you was me
and i pushed you away
i pushed you into endings.
you were so sure
throws himself into bearings
destroys himself into endings
settling for less than what he threw away
never looking for a pulse
old intentions turn to regret
and we're too young for this
this freezing cold.
we'll throw away our young and dead ambitions
he said too much to only see
half the backs and half the faces
throws himself into bearings
destroys himself into endings.
still breathing in dead air in our lungs
that i could never throw away
we're too young for this
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Where I Breathe
02:46
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reinvent
give away what got you here.
exhaustion and broken spirits
have the ability to cripple
am i running?
or have i yet to move?
the promise of tomorrow
might never be enough
pockets of air are where i breathe
(half truths give way)
pockets of calm are where i rest
(these ghosts can’t stay)
what is home but a word and a feeling?
i’m choking
can’t swallow anything
i’m breathing
but never drawing breath
pockets of air are where i breathe
(half truths give way) to real intentions
pockets of calm are where i rest
(these ghosts can’t stay) in the shadows for long
holding on will hold you back
give away what got you here.
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Stray
03:38
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the city walls stand tall for metaphors
but they won’t understand a word.
and when i’ve got you by the wrists
i’m not screaming in your face
i’m trying to change your mind
i can’t forget that house
forget that calm wind
that stirred those colors high
what comes to mind is the
top of a table where i’d write
now it buckles and dies shyly
underneath a line
i swore i wouldn’t take
you put me on trial, i’ve casted stones.
so now i’ll climb these years alone
from somewhere close
i watch the colors stack up before they’re choked
by darkness
and when i stray back to where i drown
there will be a whisper scolding me
now our faces are folding
i’ve lived in fear of all the hands
that persuade me when i smile
so i’ve learned to reverse it
and stir the colors higher
but now we buckle and die shyly
underneath a lie
i swore i wouldn’t tell
but i couldn’t help.
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Reservoir Pennsylvania
100 miles southwest of Philadelphia lies York PA, main exports being business major undergrads, '90's alt-rock also-rans Live, and a general sense of listlessness. Rejecting the premise of their homestead, Reservoir have been churning and building for nearly a decade. ... more
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