1. |
cold tea
01:31
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You don't wanna stay but I don't wanna go
Reading books of truth, trying to find some rules
Am I meant to die or stare at it through glass?
Split into two scared halves
Marbles and a dice, dusty game boards and cake
it's a kid's party with nothing to celebrate
I'm trying to bring them back and apologise for
changing myself and muting lullabies
I took our likes and replaced them with lies
nobody will love us if we reunite
I replaced hot chocolate with cold and undrunk tea
but God I never found out what I need
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2. |
ghost
02:18
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There's a door-shaped dent in the snow
Not sure when or how you left but you had to go
You took your guitar
You don't need food
Keep your expectations low
Or you're gonna lose
But you love souls
In your palms
Eyeing them up like they're today's psalms
You like the control you almost missed
Illuminate me on your deepest wish
Is it to be a child
Or feel homebound
You know you'll never escape that house
There's your address
Go on and take it
You know you've never really made it
Transparent stranger
You used to have a face
Thoughts behind it
Now you're a disgrace
But you haunt the place that they needed most
Sat in the attic, basically a ghost
Sit in their gut all that you like
It's not like they can put up a fight
Creep around haunting these halls
You can't tiptoe through their mind anymore
But you love souls
In your palms
Eyeing them up like they're today's psalms
You like the control you almost missed
Illuminate me on your deepest
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3. |
magpie
02:28
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Please,
idolise me
but I can't take credit for who I am
I have
stolen traits and lyrics
from everyone, I've ever met
I'm a magpie
I see something I like and I take it
god knows what I really am
I'm a vampire
a sadist
staring at the back of your head
and god knows I like the attention
it was what I was built to crave
I'm an artist
and therefore a fraud
I was never taught how to behave
I am a daughter
turned thing
and I hope that you could see me that way
I will argue and cheat
my way
back home
till a find an empty space
to haunt and displace
basically a ghost
I'm a magpie
I see something I like and I take it
god knows what I really am
I'm a vampire
a sadist
staring at the back of your head
sat in the attic basically a ghost
you don't know me at all
I'm waiting for the voice of god to make the call
I'm looking over you
but I love souls
in my arms eyeing them up like they're todays psalms
I liked the control
but now I've missed
I’ll illuminate you on my deepest wish
its to be loved or just be missed
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4. |
fishglobe eyes
02:31
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you've got your trips
nightstand after nightstand
I've got my guts
to crawl in and make plans
there's a ghost in your attic and skeletons in your closet
I wonder if you'll ever learn to be honest
I'm sick of hurting
I was never that charismatic
I was never sure where to put my hands or feet or legs or body
millions of fishglobe eyes staring
a prolonged social ballet wearing me down
but this sadness lives where I live now
the first time you were able and you had to do something with it
you took the first train home
and you almost had a coughing fit
you texted me “I cant right now”
and you felt bad till you laid down
watching day time tv
waiting for it waiting for me
I'm never caught up in the moment
took the walls down with an axe
you want to be worried
but you finally got me off your back
you'd only ever care to listen
if you knew the stars would stay right there
you're thinking of the future while I'm sitting on the stairs
you were meant to prove how happy I could be
but all this misery returns to me
you were meant to prove how happy I could be
but all this misery returns to me
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5. |
take it, leave it
03:04
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wrong to take it, wrong to leave it
wasting time trying to retrieve it
pick up on my tricks
play upon my tears
writing hoping you'll come back near
I cannot handle this hell alone
I found a photo of you
a poltergeist in my home
I want a record player in the corner of the kitchen
something for us to collectively listen
to, in the light of the moon
or maybe the fridge
or maybe the room
is dark and I can't see your face
and the memory of the future disintegrates
the birds squawk in chorus, unseen to the eye
and I know that this ache will always be mine
and you stand right there always so perfect
but I know what I did to deserve this
I know that your not the type to
recklessly abide by the rules
you'll take your guitar
stand by the bar
and just go mute
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6. |
skeleton bone (demo)
04:04
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you're writing your life plan down on a napkin
as I sit across from you
and I'm almost sure that there's nothing on there
that I could do for you
I quite like the idea of you in general
I don't mean to treat you like a confessional booth
I am dragging the arm by the skeleton bone
forged an identity all alone
we’re separate
we’re staving
we’re starting to get slightly alarming
saviours with armies
wait to disarm me
wanting to rejoin the parts that might harm me
take my brittle ivory hand
and I’ll lead you to the holy land
oh (harmonised)
my skeletons bones
tomorrow and tomorrow I'll be free
to let you live to let you be
I'll show my eyes
I'll grieve my heart
and fly across just like a lark
hold me like an hourglass
my time has past
but you have sand between your hands
I am dragging the arm by the skeleton bone
forged an identity all alone
we’re separate
we’re staving
we’re starting to get slightly alarming
saviours with armies
wait to disarm me
wanting to rejoin the parts that might harm me
take my brittle ivory hand
and I’ll lead you to the holy land
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