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i hate that my friends drink it's true
i hate that home feels foreign and so are you
i hate that pink bottle under his windowsill
full of nights you won't remember but someone will
what the fuck am
i supposed to do now
he's passed out on my mom's couch
forgotten nights of
cheap dollar store wine
if i told you goodbye
would you even think twice?
pick up a dickhead with a painful past
pick up a child that grew up too fast
pick up my other half that always needs more
my car feels heavy now but i'm not sure
what the fuck am
i supposed to do now
he's passed out on my mom's couch
forgotten nights of
cheap dollar store wine
if i told you goodbye
would you even think twice?
how many times have you opened your door today?
how many times have you closed it and slammed it in my face?
how many times will this be the last shot of the night?
bitch and moan all you want but i know you know i'm right
what the fuck am
i supposed to do now
he's passed out on my mom's couch
forgotten nights of
cheap dollar store wine
if i told you goodbye
would you even think twice?
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Staircase
04:44
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i wish it was october again
so i'd have something to look forward to
spring sucks and when i see
mud on my shoes, i think of you
wherever i go whenever it snows
the roads always look like home
beautiful hues, bittersweet views
of a town i can't seem to lose
i want one more
time out where i'm not
weighted by your ghost
i knew my way around every turn
of what i'll never understand
high hills and windowsills
but i forgotten my way since then
wherever i go whenever it snows
the roads always look like home
beautiful hues, bittersweet views
of a town i can't seem to lose
i want one more
time out where i'm not
weighted by your ghost
i'm right back where i started before
and somehow, i think you knew
an unspoken agreement of sorts
of when i first met you
wherever i go whenever it snows
the roads always look like home
beautiful hues, bittersweet views
of a town i can't seem to lose
i want one more
time out where i'm not
weighted by your ghost
wherever i go
wherever it snows
the roads always look like home
october again
i miss me back then
i'll never haveve truly grown
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when everything is said and done
i lie
awake and everything feels wrong again
i never wanted more
for you
to come home
come home
i need my glasses
to pick up clues of motion from your pretty face
messed up my bed sheet
tossed and turn and think of what i could have done
next to my doorway
one pair of boots when yesterday i swear that there were two
all is well that ends well
but who's to say that anything ever really ends at all
and late at night i wait
look at your side and i say
what have i done?
have i lost my only one?
racked my brain for clues while
i wait to hear from you
will i have again what we had just back then?
doomed to wait for you til i fall over dead
what have i done?
have i lost my only one?
racked my brain for clues while
i wait to hear from you
will i have again what we had just back then?
doomed to wait for you til i fall over
what has gone wrong?
just tell me what went wrong
i know it's in my head
but i can't shake this feeling of dread
i'll go back and do
what i could've done for you
i will roam these halls
calling your name until you come home
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fishing rod present
at the birth of the harpoon
death's ever present
but i never knew this soon
what seemed to me
was full of hardship and love
has so swiftly turned
to a point hell above
the sea we swim
took us so long to get
gets deeper as we get further
and far much more colder
the struggle to stay afloat
becomes almost cutthroat
and as we sink i start to think
maybe i'm just getting older
rip the rug from under me
then pick up and slap me
across the face, but first, let me
cast my wish
if all i've done is nothing, take
care of my nothing for me
my passion and peace are
stooped at your feet
as you slice through
what once meant something to me
slice through me
fishing rod present
at the birth of your harpoon
death's ever present
and it's heading for me soon
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Lavender
04:20
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when i was younger
i was living under
walls that stood the test of time
but no longer look mine
and each day is working bullshit
another white bread sandwich circus
i'll miss you dearly
this can't be the life i was promised
my couch
is missing a pinkish-blue
version of you
all night long
i thought i'd hear your song
hold my breath for three more months
just to go to bed wishing
and each day is working bullshit
another white bread sandwich circus
i'll miss you dearly
this can't be the life i was promised
my couch
is missing a pinkish-blue
version of you
LA-VEN-DER
august comes so soon
it can never come too soon
i've worked for all the nothing that i have earned
i've just now hit the point of no return
when i was younger it didn't matter x2
postcards and photographs
all wrapped up in you
but i can't feel my face
this shit it tears me in two
still life is real life
and it's mic'd up real clear tonight
can't stay out too late
but i'll wait up to see you again
when i was younger it didn't matter x2
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All Nine Bite Ithaca, New York
Ithaca, NY emo garbage
always burged up
matt
jackie
jake
miles
All Nine Bite recommends:
one of my fav albums ever -jake
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