1. |
cAffeine
02:24
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Walking in a daze
Caught between who I am
And who I want to be
Shattered brain
Screams in the night
The moon broken glass
With cloud rolling eyes
Breathing past ghosts
In my dreams
Astrology is bullshit
And I don't care about your sign
Kill your delusions
Fuck my dreams
Live in your fantasy
But understand reality
Caffeine headaches grip my skull
Eyes are shot
Losing soul
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2. |
Home Is Anywhere
04:07
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You break my heart in all the right ways
A mirror shielded beauty bathed
In twilight from the grave
Home is anywhere I may lay my weary head
As long as I have you by my side
Shatter my mind one million times
Just to be able to see straight once again
Everything a shade of grey
Walking down these streets again
With money in hand
On a quest for my self-prescribed medicine
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3. |
Ambrosia
02:49
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Morning light breaks through my window
Colored corpse cold blue
Caressing my shoulder
As you do
This is where we sleep
This is where we fuck
This is where we fight
And make up
Memory's a minefield
I accept my yearning for you
Blow me away with flower bouquets
Nowhere I go is safe
This is where we live
This is where we die
This is where we divide
And multiply
Your touch is electricity
I can feel it pulsating through my body
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4. |
Song About Bird
04:43
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You fill the holes in space between her and I
Painted in mournful colored sky
With stained glass clouds
So high
Cut yourself and bleed away the pain you think
Or at least make it real
Never mind that scars last for years
Wear what you wear to cover it up
But at every glance you know what lies beneath
Hand in hand you walk with your grief
Got calloused lungs from all the shit I breathe
And a broken heart from the shit that keeps me free
Sweet summer breeze
Remind me of who I want to be
Faces change but people stay the same
I'm beside you but I'm not present
I'm a ghost in your presence
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5. |
Dumb Days
04:05
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Time for patience
Couch, chips, PlayStation
Tony’s in Texas
I say fuck it
Dumb days
Love me
And I
Must Say
Fuck it!
“What’s with all the fuss?”
I asked my boss
They said, “We’re swamped.
I said fuck it
Dumb days
Love me
And I
Must say
Fuck it!
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Jonathan Renino: Guitar/Vocals
Chris Ricci: Drums
Anthony Tirelli: Bass
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