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Wait...
I've got something to say.
(But it probably wasn't that great)
I should have wrote it all down, kept it safe.
But what good would that do anyway?
To my greatest of ghosts that I have learned to let go;
It's been an interesting road. Farewell.
All I wanted was to bow out gracefully.
Chalking it up to the cryptic ways that we communicate.
I'll be honest. Some nights are still hurricanes.
It begs the question. "What happened to us?"
There are things in this life that are not what they seem.
Like the things that you say and what they actually mean.
Tell me I'm wrong.
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No Apology
04:05
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What did you think was gonna happen?
How could you expect anything else from me?
Let's talk realistically, 'cause we've all avoided that to this point.
and yeah to this point...
You don't call the night a success until the evening ends
With someone holding back your hair while you're holding back your tears.
You've done so much that makes you feel adventurous
But that doesn't save you from waking up in a cold sweat.
You're waking up in a cold sweat...
Wondering why where you are is just as bad as where you've been.
You've fallen into this cushion of excuses.
The only thing that I've seen change is the faces and their names.
I guess the irony connects when I imagine all our friends
Hanging out and talking again.
And yeah it's fair to say we won't be enemies
or whatever word you'd like to use to get yourself to see the truth
about what you've become.
In your ocean of self medicating ways to keep your head above the waves
there's an undertow of a lack of self-control
built to sweep you away
And it waits for you.
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This is an endless amount of elements
Constructed out of math and other things that I barely understand.
And I stare from a coast with every intention
To see another destination.
It's not about hate, and it's not about pain.
Just compelling waves of thought that seem to wash over your brain.
They're whispering:
"Do the right thing or throw it all away".
Well I just haven't decided if it's across the lake
Or at the bottom of it.
That wind was something I'll never forget.
Every time I feel it move, I'm reminded
It's not about love, and it's not about trust.
But being comfortable collapsing on the shores where you wash up.
They're whispering:
"Do the right thing or throw it all away, away".
All we are is blood and bones and sometimes a soul
All we are is blood and bones and sometimes a soul
All we are is blood and bones and sometimes a soul (I'll throw it all away)
All we are is blood and bones and sometimes a soul (I'll throw it all)
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(Lyrics originally by Dashboard Confessional)
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And covered with a perfect shell
Such a charming, beautiful exterior
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
Perfect posture, but you're barely scraping by
But you're barely scraping by
This is one time, this is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all...or anyone at all
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee
The places that you've come to fear the most
It's the place that you have come to fear the most
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And hidden in the public eye
Such a stellar monument to loneliness
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
Perfect make-up, but you're barely scraping by
But you're barely scraping by
Well this is one time, this is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all...or anyone at all
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee
The places that you've come to fear the most
It's the place that you have come to fear the most
And you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all..or anyone at all
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee
The places that you've come to fear the most
It's the place that you have come to fear the most
It's the place that you have come to fear the most
It's the place that you have come
(It's the place that you have come)
It's the place that you have come to fear the most
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