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Most Days
03:03
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the ocean churns as it ebbs and flows
that's the way that life goes rolls in and fades out
face buried in a crowd then you face the darkness alone
the river runs red while you're skipping stones
it's a long way to go to get where I'm going
You're the well that I draw from I begged for strength that wouldn't come
what a waste it was to kneel down and pray
that this time you'll give up and stay
but pleading's as good as believing most days
i can find some sleep but it comes and goes
bathed in LCD glow wide eyed and worn out
brain buried in a cloud, then morning's screaming on my phone
i still wear your ring but it's missing stones
The sun is an anchor keeps me grounded and glowing
heavy and glittering chained and weighing me down
you can swear you got nothing to say
pretend you weren't carved out of clay
but singing's as good as believing most days
on, the dying flash of light, that keeps the mantles burning
the omniscient burst of time, that keeps the planets turning
collapsing into cold
the only hope inside the daily decay
is that tomorrow i'll wake up okay
but dreaming's as good as believing
now i'm this choked up and anxious cliche
in a slow motion breakdown display
but seeing's as good as believing most days
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Student Loans
03:12
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trouble, sideways reflection of skin and bones
buried, a lifecycle of student loans
ten years to clear her name
it's the weight that keeps
her weary heart from wandering
it hits, coming to terms with her lifelong fear
heavy, a living prison inside the mirror
good behavior gets you life
it's the chains that keep
her free and numb and wallowing
waiting for a savior
but no superman's coming
head up, headed home
it's the hope that keeps
her down and out and floundering
waiting for a savior
but no superman's coming
hands up, left alone
it's the weight that keeps
her weary heart from wandering
it's the chains that keep
her free and numb and wallowing
it's a life that keeps
you stuck and crushed and wondering
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Mess
03:12
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she don’t mind waking up alone
she don’t mind talking to this empty home
quiet keeping her company
while the vultures scream circling drones
she don’t care what the critics say
she don’t care which name goes on her grave
darting eyes never settling
carrying through on her day to day
she says, yeah, I'm a mess but I'm trying my best
to be all that you expect of me
picture-perfect princess broke, broken, and depressed
just pretty enough to pass invisibly
she don’t want her failure to win
she don’t want to give up and to give in
the inescapable momentum
of the black hole where her heart had been
racing home sixteen miles to go
silence cuts through the radio
the sun is chasing her down
she never stops to rest will always second guess
every move every choice every day
on an aimless mission slave to indecision
free to sit and worry her minutes away
but despite all the stress she’s doing her best
but can't fight the raw gravity
so she's scraping her pennies and burning her twenties
so that some day she might be free
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