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station
02:54
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staring at the wall out the window or for the postman
imagining you don't say no but just that you can't
it's not that i don't believe it
i dream of this relief and need it
i can't shake it from head i guess but i don't know your new rules
the postman brings me trash and he hasn't seen you
now that i know when i'm going i've been daydreaming a moment
i'm a mess if you insist but i'm not sure that you exist
my drunken scrawl my restlessness can't make what's happening make sense
and i know i'm a fool
and you agree
i'm aware but scared to be
i hear the traffic has grown
too many people nowhere to go
that doesn't sound like a home
there's too many reasons to be alone let's not go making our own
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access merchant
02:59
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got it in my head that i might never sleep again
no more hungover mornings or hazy-dream-mixed-messages
if you're not trying hard enough you're lying awake waiting for a meaning or a consequence
nearly half a mind to say what i mean half the time
not to labor over the words; allow the silence to define
if i can separate the worry from foolish thoughts and actions i might leave a bad habit behind
i can still hear the asphalt underneath my feet
your midnight streets
under my breath and in my sleep
a dimly lit uncertainty is haunting me
not sure that i know what it is i'm watching out for waiting around for
wasting my time thinking about yours
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post office box
02:37
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i'm not doing myself any favors mailing you some brightly colored paper
but i wrote your name down
you won't see me around
my best friends even, are scared to see me
so i'm staying home i'm terrified of leaving
i went and sold all my shit
i realized i don't need it
i've been wasting time whisky-and-pinball-trying to want to be alive
sorry that i called
i guess i don't know you or what you've been up to
unless you've been fucked too
or you're too fucked up to admit that you fucked up too
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remainder
03:02
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nervous to be in public or alone
can't understand why you're not answering the phone
the selfish way i look at things is getting old
and you're not aware that you're the only one i'm sure
can see this unbiased from the outside anymore
but you'd have to think you knew me like you did before
and you don't
you don't
maybe you don't really want to tell me what i'm looking for
maybe you don't know, or aren't sure if you can care anymore
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apprehension song
02:54
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don't come looking for me when you're back in this town
you still haven't learned to stick around
if you're truly only going to feel this bad once,
don't tell me not to ask what you've done
i have not been waiting for you
i truly don't care what it is you plan to do about it
entrapment
don't write any more letters that you don't plan to send
stupid shit like 'how have you been?'
aging, wasting time, you know, just like you would be
don't imagine yourself with me
i have not accepted your truth
i really don't know what you're waiting for me to do with my time
i've been fine
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dicaprio
03:03
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counting down the days i'm only one vanishing act away i'm only reason to hesitate when everyone's plans are made but you
i'm here and packing up my things
tying every loose end on every string
a glass bottle full of my misery broken in the recycling and you-
waiting in the mail or, never sent but written in some striking detail, kept just for yourself or in the interest of both our mental health
maybe i know you or just think that i do
waiting for me to fall to pieces when that's just what i plan to do
i can't know until i'm gone
if i'm playing me and you're simply playing along
you won't see me anymore
i'll make the right decision i can reasonably afford
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christmas card
02:21
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tuesday
03:42
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if it weren't for the wind i think even moving would feel impossible
i've been waiting to wake up in a hospital
and i've been wasting my time too much to even try to feel alive
it's another selfish excuse
nobody wants to see me, i don't want to be seen through
no matter the way i sleep, some things i just can't avoid
i've been waking up everyday paranoid
and kind of losing my mind
too much to even lie and tell you i'm fine
it's another selfish display now
i don't want to be me and you don't need me to save
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lucas britton Los Angeles, California
music for sharing and/or dancing
email me:
lucasilso@yahoo.com
lucas britton recommends:
when i grow up
by tuesday, 1996
the honest work of a good pal i knew once
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songs for suburban teenagers vol. 2
by Pens, Pencils, and Writing Utensils
outstanding and inspiring music for running away from your enemies
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Forget About It
by Horse Movies
the reason my discography jumps from 2015 to 2018 and also probably the coolest thing i'll ever think i did
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