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Action Figures
03:11
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I got closer than I ever wanted to be,
I should know just to keep to myself,
that I don't fit right with nobody else.
I don't love like I did when I was younger.
I fell asleep on an instrument,
I did not wake when the fire was lit,
and I burned down with all of the noise,
I burned down with God's girls and boys.
We are just like scared little kids.
I'm just like a scared fucking kid.
What the fuck happened to you?
I thought you loved me too.
What about our family?
I guess it wasn't meant to be.
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2. |
Landscape In Blue
02:00
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Through an artist eye,
I was pulled in through riptide.
I know that the grass is always
greener on the other side.
Felt you pull my shirt,
felt you pull me in close,
felt you take another dose
of everything I had to give.
There was a grin on my face,
my palm sweat so scared,
and nervously I grabbed you,
and you kissed me impaired.
Though the worlds an ugly place,
full of regrets and mistakes,
but what a distraction,
finally awakening.
We are right where we belong.
Try telling me different.
The night sky in bloom,
we followed stars into your room,
And laid by you again
like our bodies were in a tomb.
Pictures filled with lies
followed doubt into my eyes,
why would I hang it on the wall,
If the past was dead and gone?
I got home,
why did I even go home
and fill my head with her?
It's never safe to be alone with me.
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I'm sorry about a lot of things,
like us all, I regret some of the shots that I've fired,
but the beauty, quantitatively,
is the way people cross through our lives,
and if you'd look both ways,
I hope you'd see me,
before I ruin another one of your days.
I pretend that you'll stay with me,
I hope you do,
but if you can't, than you can't,
I'd understand that too.
But if you'd hear me,
connect the dots once,
I'm sure you could find
another loved one,
hiding in places
you haven't looked in yet.
But he's there, or she's there,
whatever preference you may have.
I'm sorry about a lot of things,
but never love,
that hits close to home.
I'd miss the hay fields,
I'd miss the orange peels,
I'd miss the days that have gone and escaped me.
But remembering is just forgetting,
my mind, it changes by the day.
Just hold my fingers,
for the moment and let go if you must.
But right here, right now, darling I love you
I hope that's enough.
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4. |
In My Favourite Hoodie
03:29
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Walking home alone,
my headphones will be my friends.
And I'm standing up now,
soon I'll fall down again.
I don't wanna be alone
but I don't wanna be with you
and I cant find anything in between
those uneven lines.
You're running from the light
and your shoes are untied
and I bet you're happy
I bet you're laughing
with them, in the dark,
but just a few weeks ago
you were crying in my arms.
And I don't know how to comfort you
and you don't know how to comfort me.
You're running from the light
and your shoes are untied
and I bet your happy
I bet your laughing
with them, in the dark,
but just a few weeks ago
You were crying in my arms.
And I hope we both die,
so we all go to heaven.
And I'm looking at the clock
and it's eleven eleven,
it's time to make a wish,
do you want me to leave
or do you want me to stay here,
so you can dampen my sleeve?
But you're turning away from me
darling, I'll take the hint,
walking down twisted roads,
hear my tears hit the cement.
Until I found my crooked bed
but I can't find a dream.
I'm just looking at the ceiling
With a frown up on my face.
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The chatter is rising from the basement.
The smoke reaching the top.
The man that I found in my body,
he must have been lost.
Your eyes are overcast with lies.
Your lips spit nothing but denies.
I wrote a love song and you made me burn it,
my ink was as cold as ice.
Now I've got a bottle to my mouth,
I'll stop these words from coming out,
I'll stop these words even if I have to drown.
I'm going down down down.
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I could love you like I used to
If we were still in the dark
I could kiss you like I meant it
If I meant it all all.
It's too cold out here,
to not hold your hand,
but it's to warm in there
to stay in the bed.
The clock is dreaming,
time's dead,
try to think of any place
I'd rather be instead
of here, with you and me.
I buried my heart last November,
now its just a stain on the floor.
Another life that I lived
that I'll try to ignore.
I heard you were connected up
through cords, in a hospital bed.
They watched your heart beat,
analyzed it,
made sure you were
clean in your head.
Are you clean in your head?
Are you sweeping the walls?
You were crying in the bathroom
calling your therapist.
I was thinking all about me,
all the old times I missed.
I'll deposit this home,
And go and find myself because
I've been dead for awhile
but I love the rest.
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6. |
Dance
04:41
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I can be so far away
but it's the same thing as being
close to you
don't be fooled if I hold
on your hands
It doesn't mean I need you.
I don't give a fuck if you love me.
Morning light
creeps under your blinds
don't think that I miss you.
At seven o four
I lay down in Georgia
and look into the sky.
At seven eleven
I lay down in heaven
with demons in my ear.
At seven twelve
I lay down in hell
with angels in my ear.
And I dream
of high school dances
and songs and leaning against the wall
No, I couldn't move my feet so
I leaned against the wall.
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Where the road
mounts the sky
I cliff dived
I flew through
business parks
and parking lots
until I woke up
I flew through
the abandoned church
and my child birth,
and I sweat through the bed.
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7. |
Simply Acrylic
02:34
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Binge watching the past,
there are stars in these photographs,
the people that we wanted to be.
Why is there tears in your eyes,
and paint on your fingers,
is there something you're trying to say?
You're simply acrylic,
one layer does the job,
But I'm simply dependent,
I'll wait here and rot
until you grab my hands
and take me away,
and if you don't
then I'll just wait anyway.
We'd toy with the idea that you
loved me again,
and I'll find the answer in that
through this ink in my pen.
I'd check up on you,
If I thought you wanted that
but I bet you don't
So just close your eyes
and watch my back.
Binge watching the past,
there's tears on these photographs
as I'm trying to relive you and me.
Why is there nothing in your eyes,
and no ring on your finger,
is there something you just can't say to me?
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8. |
Bus Ride Home
03:26
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I fell backwards
and you stood me up
and you fell inwards
and we found love
and you said
you could love anyone
if they just could love you back
and we danced between
each falling rain drop
and I took to you
but you couldn't break the fall
and you make me happy,
if you could believe that
I fell backwards
and you stood me up
and you fell inwards
and we found love
and you said
you could love anyone
if they just could love you back
I love you back
but I'll just keep it to myself
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I like it when the dragonflies
hit the light bulbs,
I was crying in the backseat of my car.
I built this when my days were more valuable
dancing in the graveyard of gods.
Now keeping my head in the clouds,
nothingness never felt so complete.
We hid our depression under layers of skin,
sometimes I miss seeing things unclearly.
When I hear your name
I hear your name.
At some point you just move on.
Good luck never got anyone
anywhere at all.
But I wear emotion
on my wrist sleeve.
I have to believe I'm better
to get me through the day.
Everything will be outdated.
And I heard it rain sideways,
I saw it through the window
in this house that's far to big for me.
We are so small,
we hide inside big buildings,
measuring our days in coffee mugs,
we stay awake for nothing.
When a cold wind blows,
I just feel warmer or I just feel nothing.
I am fools gold.
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10. |
Past Midnight
05:44
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The life you deserve is wrapped up in ribbons,
through tears and through rivets
you're watching me pass.
Our smiles are like nothing,
they will last forever,
it's the only way forever
ceases to pass.
True love comes in cartons,
now they are half of the price,
but for you, anything, any price is right.
In a blink of an eye
dreams fall off of a loom --
you can't make a commitment
in a single afternoon.
I'd sell my soul for some excuse to live.
I fear tears coming underneath my eyelids.
It's so hard to forgive
under a screen I cannot break,
I cant see your face, I cant see your face.
My vessels dried up about twelve months ago
when I was too fearful, when I couldn't let go.
When it's as if everything I ever wanted
was there all along, so whats the point
in defining who was right or wrong?
And I think I found heaven,
and it's deep in your eyes.
So how can you give me
what was already mine?
Im watching the landscape
get wrinkled by the time
until Im losing myself,
in my repetitive mind:
another night filled with sleep,
another day filled with sleep,
in my dreams I get away
from who we never could be.
Locking eyes in my dreams
or to think of your hands
is too much I'm to fragile to meet my demands.
Trembling in the sight of a kiss,
I took the long way to avoid your warmth,
you are my unmalleable resource.
I'm stuck between ideas and dreams,
wishes and memories,
the things that you'd think,
poetic and true.
Every time I leave
I start to love you.
But it's evident now
you've always pushed me away,
so I'll fuck off, I'll forget it,
I don't give a fuck anyway.
I'll just leave today.
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We Will Get There Eventually Naples, Florida
Experimental singer-songwriter, emo-folk and bedroom pop project by painter, Morgan Motes.
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