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mountain sides on plaster walls
i wished that you would kiss me
you didn’t kiss me and that’s fine
you can see the skyline from your ceiling
new york city is a little too big
i’ll move back to chicago
i feel safe there in my room
with a smile that smells like tobacco
burnt out lightbulbs in red letter signs
your hair is always messy
but that’s how you like it
my dad is in a bar waiting for me
strangers singing along
i just met you in your basement
i’m far away from where i should be
falling asleep
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dreams
02:32
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i would be lying if i said
i didn’t dream about how the world’s gonna end
every night as my body lies still
in the folds of my childhood bed
with colors that don’t exist
the same places, different dimensions
listening to people talk
that i’ve never met but are my best friends
roads that i’ve driven down
or at least i feel like i have now
jumping into lakes i’ve swam in
but i forget when, i forget when
roads that i’ve driven down
or at least i feel like i have now
jumping into lakes i’ve swam in
but i forget when, i forget when
roads that i’m driving down
at over a hundred miles per hour
crashing into lakes i’ve swam in
but i forget who i was even with
roads that are leading down
everywhere is nowhere, then is now
in a city that i’ve been before
but carpet ceilings and sky blue floors
roads that i’m scared to go down
i’m being kidnapped, i’m screaming out loud
green trees and a lovely face
she reminds me of the people i’m trying to save
roads that are falling down
the world is ending with us right now
jumping into your shadow
i tried to save us but i’m not hero
roads that i’ve driven down
or at least i feel like i have now
jumping into lakes i’ve swam in
but i forget when, i forget when
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sunday's r gone
02:57
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sundays are gone, we’re alone again
misplaced cells on this misplaced planet
staring out at the interstate
i hate sitting in one place, but i want to stay
sundays are gone, we’re alone again
it’s raining here while i’m lying in my bed
staring out at homes of people i used to know
everything about you was so fucking beautiful
you make the city feel small
you make me feel important
you make the city feel small
you make me feel important
sundays are gone, we’re alone again
waiting for another lost weekend
staring at the screen pretending like it’s you
forgetting that night as i try my best not to
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