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Comfortable Sadness
03:47
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And I'm always looking for something
For someone I'll never find, a constant
And when I fuck it up I make it all at once
'Cause it doesn't feel like it's properly done
If I'm not looking at blood on the fabric
Looking at blood
You said that's why I'm constantly standing
In my own heavy, ungraceful, comfortable sadness
You said that's why I shouldn't think about it anymore
It does me no good, but it stuck to the back of my skull like I knew that it would.
So shut your mouth, don't act like you didn't know
Don't look at the telephone on the table
Like you didn't know that it would hurt your feelings
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2. |
Sleepless
04:33
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We know one another, understand we're built here to suffer
Static electric wires under my covers
You're screaming out, one day I might hate you for where you've been
That's not what I'm made for, I won't be an ink mark crying for paper
And lately I haven't been sleeping, I'm not complaining
I'm not settling down
So tire me out
The quiets demanding, never elegant, patiently waiting
Heavy bruising and mixing salt in with cement
When it bites it spits you out hard
Artificial divine on the wall
Shouldn't be so Goddamn angry at somebody that I don't know
And lately I haven't been sleeping, I'm not complaining
I'm not settling down
So tire me out
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3. |
Enough
04:26
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There's a fire in the kitchen, that I think I might have caused
When I miscounted in the hallway, by the bedroom door before I left
And I know that it's not practical to cause my car to crash
Because I didn't whisper the right words beneath my breath
Oh, we are not valid
Oh, we are not valid
It's enough to wake me up with violent shaking
Starring at my room so I remember where I've been
I move my muscles, they feel like splinters
They cut me up, God cut me up
It's enough
I move my muscles, they feel like splinters
They cut me up
It's enough
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4. |
Rewired
02:55
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I'm tired from sleeping
And I'm sick to my stomach again
From going out
I'm rewired isn't that what you wanted from me?
I'm awake in the dark
Tell me I should feel lucky enough 'cause it's art
Like it's payment for the suffering
Say don't feel so uncomfortable when you're not home
But I'm constantly checking my lungs
And my fingertips, 'cause they turn blue
But no one else can see it
It's not my fault, It's not my fault, It's not my fault I'm like that
It's not my fault, It's not my fault, It's not my fault I don't like that
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Livingroom
05:31
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Please don't say it, make me write it again
We built our houses out of wax and some skin
I don't know why I think that it's funny that we will all die
But I know that I'm bruising my own hands trying to love you right
And I swore that my lungs were collapsible, break on the table
Breathe in the afterglow
I'm still cold in the morning
Take me back to your living room floor, but it's empty now
It's not the house that I want
And your fathers gone, I can't find the bed
So I sit on the floor and sink into it
You look different now, your hairs bleached to blonde
You cut it all off when you were reborn
That's how you always should have worn it
Something tells me that's just the way you wanted it to look
Take me back to your living room floor, but it's empty now
It's not the house that I want
And your fathers gone, I can't find the bed
So I sit on the floor and sink into it
I stayed out all night cause you said that's what you always did
Right?
And when you got sick on the pavement
Well this time I kept quiet
Your living room floor
Your living room floor
Take me back to your living room floor, but it's empty now
It's not the house that I want
And your fathers gone, I can't find the bed
So I sit on the floor and sink into it
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Vacancy
02:41
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Nervous fleeting
Rinse the dirt from my wounds out in the kitchen sink
I don't know much, but I know enough
I know enough
Colored paper, teachers notes and therapy
But I'm running myself clean
There's something missing, but I'll never find it now
Vacancy
And you could never be my friend
Your mother said it's not like that
And you can't stay at my house with those hands
No you can't stay at my house with those hands
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GHOST GRL Boston, Massachusetts
Indie/Ambient Sad Rock that combines
haunting vocals, melodies and a lot of feelings.
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