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The opposite of thoughts like this is just not just singing about this.
The opposite of homesickness is not just feeling lost like this.
The opposite of love like this is just not feeling up to it.
I've felt this way before, it's six years of indifference.
It took me so damn long just to find out the right from the wrong and I..
You know I blame it all on my self.
I don't think I don’t think that people change.
What are the things you care about now?
Let's have a drink and celebrate,
The world is gunna run out of water.
"Twenty things morning people hate"
Weak journalism says it best:
You can't care about the world when your life is a mess.
So what does it mean?
I don't care what you say or you do,
I wanna make something beautiful and new for you.
I won't take your words and sell them right back to you.
What are the things you care about now?
Let's have a drink and celebrate,
The world is gunna run out of water.
So here's the scene in twenty-something:
Everybody is offended by everything:
Stop shaming shame, but you can blame men
When a subset of people are the cause of your problem?
"Stop romanticizing romance"
"Stop idolizing idols"
Life isn’t about being comfortable, it’s actually about survival.
All the things I said over a year ago still hold true,
They didn't have to.
It took me so damn long just to find out how to play along,
And I blame it all on how I was raised.
I hope I can change.
The opposite of homesickness is not feeling lost like this.
The opposite of love like this is not just feeling up to this.
The opposite of thoughts like this is not just singing about it.
The opposite of love like this is just not feeling lost like this.
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Tree Flats
03:24
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I have a reoccurring dream,
It’ll never happen cause I’m asleep.
I’m walking through the crowds,
Cliche but comfortable.
Nothing feels wrong,
The air is cool and I’m calm.
I wonder what I could have achieved
If only someone believed in me.
When I die,
Jumped for the second time
I’ll know what it’s like to live my life.
Looking over my shoulder,
Lost in my head, not again.
No, don’t take me back!
I’m too broke to live
But I don’t want to die just yet.
I don’t wanna die just yet.
It was easy when I knew what to ask for,
What to stand up for.
How to live your life with pride.
Perpetually at an empty highway's side
With an empty heart at 5am, hoping I don’t get jumped again.
When I die,
Jumped for the third time
I’ll know what it’s like to live my life.
Looking over my shoulder,
Lost in my head, not again.
No, don’t take me back!
It was easy when you knew what to ask for,
What to stand up for.
How to live my life with pride.
Perpetually at an empty highway's side
With an empty heart at 5am, hoping I don’t get jumped again.
No one’s as angry as a try hard and his band.
Yeah, no one’s as angry as a try hard and his fucking band.
You say that you want it bad,
But you act like you need it.
Oh!
Don’t take me back
Back to..
And you say that you want it!
But you act like you need it.
Oh!
Don’t take me back
Back to..
And when I die,
Jumped for the fourth time
I’ll know what it’s like to live my life.
Looking over my shoulder,
Lost in my head, not again.
Don’t take me
Don't take me back.
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I Felt It First
02:53
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A blue truck in a cul-de-sac
Late at night I couldn’t sleep
That’s my earliest memory.
I don’t think that it’s right,
But I still think about it sometimes late at night
And it’s obscene
For a girl of nineteen
Not to have a dream.
(She didn’t have a dream!)
It’s more than sad:
It’s routine.
That’s how it’s always been.
We can’t be whatever we want to be,
We’re not born with unlimited choices.
I was born to tell you how to give up
And you wore born to take it.
In a perfect world, I’d know who I am and how to become it.
you have a calling: You're a failure.
If you was born to paint, it’s your job to be a painter.
A blue truck in a cul-de-sac
Late at night I couldn’t sleep
That’s my earliest memory.
I don’t think that it’s right,
But I still think about it sometimes late at night.
Who the fuck gave up on you?
We can’t be whatever we want to be,
We’re not born with unlimited choices.
I was born to tell you how to give up
And you wore born to take it.
In a perfect world, I’d know who I am and how to become it.
you have a calling: You're a failure.
If you was born to paint, it’s your job to be a painter.
April, where’s your halo?
Dead-Eyes says you’ll never quit
I think you’re dumb enough to believe in him.
You said what I said but worse,
You felt it stronger but I felt it first.
I felt it first.
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Sleeping Patterns
02:50
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She carries a dagger by her side just to make believe
She has control over her life.
(She won’t turn out like me)
If this is a safe place,
Then I know you’re not here to help me hurt myself.
She carries a dagger by her side just to make believe she has control over her life.
(She won’t turn out like me)
I got one thing right:
There’s no adventure to survive
So I’ll stay asleep just to feel alive.
When I speak, I am muted by someone who talks louder than me.
I sigh and believe that my jokes aren’t about dropping dead,
They’re about looking for a job or just getting out of bed
She carries a dagger by her side just to make believe she has control over her life.
(She won’t turn out like me)
But I got one thing right:
There’s no adventure to survive
So I’ll stay asleep just to feel alive.
If this is a safe place, then I know you’re not here to help.
Yeah, say it with a straight face, cause I know you’re not here to help me hurt myself.
She carries a dagger by her side just to make believe she has control over her life.
(She won’t turn out like me)
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I'm not here to say that I live for this,
Cause half the time I can't handle it.
I’ll choose to remember what I can of it
And the feelings - I think - probably happened.
I hope they could be real again, if I ever really had them.
Every time I go home all I see is people telling me how they've changed while acting the same.
I’ll choose to remember what I can of it
And the feelings - I think - probably happened.
I hope they could be real again, if I ever really had them.
You're always talking, high on something
No one's watching
Don't you see, not everyone's right.
You're always talking, high on something
No one's watching
Don't you see, not everyone's like me.
Every time I go home all I see is people telling me how they've changed while acting the same.
I'm not here to say I live for this
'Cause half of the time I can't handle it.
It's not how I remembered it,
You can still die without ever having lived.
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Keena
03:45
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No!
Hold me up to breathe,
Impersonate me,
Let me live vicariously,
While I fall apart with my dreams.
Death from my old friends:
A lack of actions
It's different now.
So I tell myself
I let myself down.
I'm there now,
Acting scared behind the couch
Ill see you later...
You're just one more thing I have to do today.
You know I blame it all on you.
Dead-Eyes says the same thing too,
He's the reason I refused.
Yelling out car windows I clutched the back of the chair.
It's like a rainy day where you trace your fingertips in fogged up glass,
Or the fresh smell of blankets straight from the dryer.
Do you remember?
I still think about you fucking someone else,
It was a holiday and I never felt quite the same.
I liked you more than those things.
I never felt quite the same.
You're just one more thing I have to do today.
You know I blame it all on you,
Dead-Eyes says the same thing too.
He's the reason I refused .
Yelling out car windows I clutched the back of the chair,
As beauty's best friend stares, still acts like he cares.
Finally, its different.
But can you imagine spending all this time heading in the wrong direction?
You should have learned your goddamn lesson.
It's all okay.
They wanted to say
That it's all okay 'cause it happened that way.
Yeah, it's all okay, that's how it should be.
And It's all okay 'cause it happened to me.
No!
Hold me up to breathe,
Impersonate me,
Let me live vicariously,
While I fall apart with my dreams.
Death from my old friends:
A lack of actions
Yelling out car windows I clutched the back of the chair,
As beauty's best friend stares, still acts like he cares.
See you later, Keena.
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Air Combat Vancouver, British Columbia
Air Combat is the product of successes, failures, hopes, fears and dreams. The result of a stubborn refusal to give into obstacles and the tendency to always come back swinging.
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