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This album will comfort you like a weighted blanket during The Bad Times™
5 stars⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Favorite track: Spam Risk.
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Nest
01:21
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Would it make a difference
If I could make a difference
Give all my time, give all my money
To a cause that you deem worth it
Or would I still be the same sad shitty person I’ve always been
I’d give my soul for a chance to be loved by my friends again
I live in constant fear
That I will make a mistake
Refer to you as the wrong person
Or by some old dead name you hate
Cause I don’t use my time to think of much other than myself
I’ll blame my own piss-poor behavior on mental health
In my dreams I am at the show doing what I do best
But the second that I wake up I will flee the nest
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2. |
Snail
03:21
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Sorting through the junk mail
Set fire to a hospital bill
If I fell down on both knees
Would you stand to watch me bleed
Is it fair to give up
If I’m too scared to speak up first
The bread’s my body, the wine’s a curse
Praying always made things worse
My life is flashing before my eyes
So I’ll get up and close the blinds
I was the accordion you kept under your bed
That you were so excited to show off to all your friends
Another Sunday thrift store find
That always had you laughin’
But now I’m just a pretty thing for you to hang
Sneaking through the back door
Hoping just to be ignored
If I went to therapy
Would It make me proud of me
Avoiding every whisper
It makes me sick to hear those words
I want to feel comfort in my home
Cause now I can’t stand to be alone
Strip the walls and clear the hall
So I can pretend nothing’s wrong
I was a statue of a snail in your backyard
A guaranteed plus one on every wedding card
I was the chocolate filling
In your favorite croissant
But I if I claimed that I have had enough
Would you come home and call my bluff?
In a world where I am innocent
I try to love to i try to give
But I can’t seem to make a single dent
I’ll keep myself preoccupied
And try to get some sleep tonight
Cause i don’t know any other way to live
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3. |
Couch
03:02
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Another weekend where I won't leave the house
Another conversation where I don't know what the hell you're talking about so
I'll sit in silence 'til I figure it out
But I'm completely zoned out
I can't get off the couch
Open the window just to air out my mind
I've been lying just to bide my time
And now its got me in a bind
Imposter syndrome running through my system
Makes me doubt everything that I've created
I've got problems but you say you'll fix them
Inject your warmth into my veins
Don't fuck it up don't make the wrong decision
Complacency has become my middle name
If loving myself becomes a daily omission
I'll end up in an early grave
And there'll be nothing left to save
Imposter syndrome running through my system
Makes me doubt everything that I've created
I've got problems but you say you'll fix them
Inject your warmth into my veins
Love me make me feel like I matter
Convince me that this all can change
Destroy me, make my life a disaster
Cause I am not okay [and neither are you]
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4. |
Fish
03:00
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Walking in your room, another bottle through
Chaotic collections of all your favorite things to do
Heaps of clothing too small for me to wear
Piled perfectly so I could squint and see you there
Water rings and ash on the coffee table neat
Thoughts and scribbles strewn in a notebook underneath
The tears begin to flow from a well, long forgotten
The bedsheets still unkempt, besides the one they wrapped you in
I don’t want to be another ghost that haunts my family
Left to rot in the local obituaries
X marks the spot cross out the plot where I’ll be buried
I will try to ease the burden that my mother carries
But now I feel just like a fish out of water
I can’t breathe and every time I try it feels like fire
If I panic now I won’t last another hour
Can someone please just help before my heart and lungs retire
It wasn’t always like this
Switching rooms in an empty apartment
My life used to have substance
Wrapped in my head and I’m never coming out again
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5. |
Rat
02:55
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Sloppy seconds from the back of Dad’s hand
You came home to them fighting again
So you’ll sneak out the window while they’re sleeping
Making friends with the rats in the street
Cash your savings for a bite to eat
You know you’ll have to crawl back home eventually
So say your prayer
She leaves him soon
He’s always fucked up in the afternoon
Pack your bags
Save yourself
Load up the gun and send him straight to hell
Cause if you don’t act now you’re bound to go missing
Hide your gender in the family van
You’ll only ever come out to your friends
Baggy clothes on hand for every season
Another claim that you’re mentally ill
Deny your feelings and feed you pills
They will let you die and claim it’s “god’s will”
So say your prayer
You’ll leave them soon
You only feel like you in the dark of your room
Pack your bags
Save yourself
Find your happiness and fuck the rest
Cause if you don’t act now you’re bound to go missing
In the winter you’ll be freezing
They’ll strip your hard work of all its meaning
Every word they spit berating
Pull the knife out your back and leave them buried
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6. |
Cage
02:24
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You kept me locked in this cage
The keys in plain sight, the smug look on your face
I’ve become numb to the pain
Of being molded and shaped by someone else’s fate
I hope that it consumes you
You wake up in a cold sweat
200 pounds of guilt sit on top of your chest
How did this happen again
Everyone who you loved or ever called a friend
Will now expose the real you
I can’t stand to be like this
I hope you understand it
This state of hate and violence
These thoughts I cannot silence
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7. |
Spam Risk
02:36
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I'm a long way from home in my light blue Subaru
And I'm gonna fucking kill myself if I have to think of you so
I'll pull off the road at the first sight of something new just to prove
So I can prove
That I can live my life just the same way that you do
Get a couple of dead-end jobs, just enough to get me through and
I'll be satisfied, alive, or at least pacified
So I won't think of all my wasted time
I'll spend the summer alone
Lock myself inside of my room
I'll make confessions to
The lingering GHOSTS of my youth
What makes this house a home?
Is it maybe the lack of you?
No seaside or mountain view
Will change the fact that you hate you too
Take the reigns
Steer in a new direction
Take the blame
Out of your hands for once
Change the game and
Make it a new obsession
To be the best that you can be
You can be better than me
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8. |
Eggs
03:14
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Spend too much time feeling uncomfortable in my own skin
Spend too much time appearing meek
Isn’t it unfortunate I’m back at the place where I began
It’s been an unfortunate week
I’m on the other side and none of the grass is green
And now I’m feeling sick in front of the bathroom sink
Fix me, I dare you to try
There’s not enough adhesive
There aren’t enough tears to cry
Fix me, do you think you can
I’ve broken like the yolk
And now there’s scrambled eggs in your frying pan
Coming to terms with my identity and who I am
Learning to accept if they don’t like “them”
Does it hurt to know I’ll never be as good as you think I can?
Is it too late to say I’m trying?
Now I’m overthinking and I’m scared to be a friend
This isn’t the way I wanted this to end
Fix me, I dare you to try
There’s not enough adhesive
There aren’t enough tears to cry
Fix me, do you think you can
I’ve broken like the yolk
And now there’s scrambled eggs in your frying pan
Now every time
I plan anything
All I can think about is getting even
I’m a fucking fraud
But no one’s genuine
Everything I do is for attention
Fix me, I dare you to try
There’s not enough adhesive
There aren’t enough tears to cry
Fix me, do you think you can
I’ve broken like the yolk
And now there’s scrambled eggs in your frying pan
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9. |
Jorts
03:39
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I'm sick of feeling sick and staying in my bed
I want to feel the sun turning my skin red
I need to create so I don't feel so worthless
But the passing of time makes me feel so nervous
And it's not like you
To turn me down when I need it
And it's not like you
Can save me from this hell in my head
My brain is a thousand-piece puzzle
The pieces scattered onto the floor
My conscience is a muzzle
To hide the things I fucked up before
I'm sick of being told that's just the way it is
I need to grow up, happiness is just a myth
Give it a rest, pursuing art isn't worth it
Open your eyes, your music serves no purpose
And it's just like you
To open your mouth without notice
And it's just like you
To never know when to close it
Your brain is a broken the padlock
The contents spilling onto the floor
Your conscience is a wet sock
That somehow you still choose to ignore
Well I can't stand this place anymore
Anymore
Get me off this fucking earth and throw my ashes in the hearth
Cause I can't stand this place anymore
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