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honestly honest never meant much to me through the teeth of a liar
you made your bed
lie down dead
this feeling gets hard to shake
don't you ever get tired?
I know you better than that
well as a matter of fact I've seen you at your worst
I'll turn you into another angry song
feel free to sing along
it's what you always do
man I told you, you gotta let this go- this stupid image this show you're putting on
why do you walk away from what you want to say on who you really are?
this is getting hard to take
I keep expecting you to break
you keep getting back up
how much more can you handle?
can't you see that your tangled up in the lies that you tell?
your mother must be so proud
honestly honesty never meant much to me
you made your bed
lie down dead
this feeling gets hard to shake
don't you ever get tired?
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"Apologist"- STS
04:39
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I guess this is what it means to be your friend
you can fool them
but you can't make me pretend
where were they when you were calling?
I wonder if they picked up the phone
I was on the other line
I didn't want you to have to be alone
if this is what it means to be your friend I don't think I want to speak to you again
how did I treat you?
how will you talk about me to everybody else?
hit me once in the face then once again below the belt
count them now, how many times have I "ruined your life"
count them now, how many times have you fucked with mine?
I think were even now
I think they even out
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When you're around, I tend to kick myself to the curb
I pull up my hood, and I stare at my hands 'til they blur
I hang my head, and I root myself to the ground
This raincloud won't stop following me around
I need new guitar strings and a strong drink
I really need to get some sleep
But I stay up late with bike chains rattling
And retrace my steps along this street
But this city, it haunts me
I've dug graves for all our memories
You should have been there for the eulogy
You should have been there for the eulogy
I covered my head at the bar so I could drown you out
I almost asked for a beer so I could drown myself
I covered my head at the bar so I could drown you out
I almost asked for a beer so I could drown myself
I try not to cover my head in bars and basements
I'm getting better about scraping my knees on the pavement
But I still can't seem to leave without a painful souvenir
The postcards give me paper cuts, but I still wish you were here
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Public Transit Blues- KE
03:34
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I listened to The Echo and the Light a thousand times
While riding the last bus home for the night
I’d hug my backpack tight, and I’d close my eyes
Hoping maybe I’d at least be home by nine
And I think I miss it
I saved your seat next to mine a thousand times
While soaking up the lights on the humming 25
I was sleep deprived and out of time and constantly preoccupied
By the thought of what it might be like if you sat to my right
And I think I miss it
The morning sun burned my eyes a thousand times
I watched it wake up the rusting Norfolk skyline
I studied strangers’ faces and a thousand dog-eared pages
Wishing I could offer more than sleepy conversation
I escaped to Summer Fences as the frost climbed up the windows
Traced your name in my reflection as I raced the daylight home
As toxins crept into my veins and black ice seeped into my bones
I grew increasingly concerned that I was gonna die alone
I haunted hospitals and lecture halls, a ghost in my own home
I don’t miss burning up my lungs with exhaust fumes and secondhand smoke
And for the thousandth time, I’m sorry for my hazy state of mind
And I apologize and swear that I will make up for lost time
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