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Some nights
I can't move my spine
But other nights you can't change your mind
Some nights I can't move my eyes
constantly looking at the insides
Of my eyes the same old lines
Moving in the same patterns all night
Some nights, I try to find
A meaning in the patterns of these lines
each line pulses in the same time
as my blood pulses from my heart each night
That's fine, since without these lines
I wouldn't understand the simple things in life
Some nights,
I can't move my spine
but there's nothing wrong with wasting a little time
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(brandon)
Lay your arms on that table there
With your palms facing up
I'm not well versed
at least not in this
So lets try to figure this out
(brandon)
I can't read the lines on the palms of your hands
It's foreign to me and I can't figure out where to begin
I can't read the expressions on your face
It's too far for that and you know it
(pilot)
I try to hide the palms of my hands
It's complicated and you don't need to obsess over them
and please do not worry about the look on my face
It's nothing I swear it's nothing that should keep you awake
(brandon)
Lay your arms on that table there
We'll see what you've been through
It's hard for me to understand
just look at my hands
(pilot)
I'm sorry I made it so hard for you
I know you are sorry too
for everything that we went through
I'm sorry I made it so hard for you
I know you are sorry too
For everything that we went through
(brandon// and pilot)
I can't read the lines on the palms of your hands
It's foreign to me and I can't figure out where to begin
I can't read the expressions on your face
It's too far for that and you know it
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Try Not To Yell
03:54
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I grew up in a house with no walls
They were all knocked down
Leaving you and me exposed
I heard everything there was nothing to soak up the noise
and I wish that you would stop yelling
because you keep punching holes into this house
I would hide and try not to listen
and I would try and say please stop yelling
but I guess I learned something from you
you gotta be loud and you gotta yell
You gotta break things and make a mess
and leave it for someone else to clean up in the end
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Sick To My Stomach
03:31
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It makes me sick to my stomach
thinking about the things we did that night
How careless I was
trusting my self in the hands of someone else
It's not something I do often
it's not something I've ever done
moving so fast and fearlessly
with no plans of ever moving on
It started out in the front yard with us
hardly exchanging words
Sometimes had change perhaps scenery
things were blurrier it was more obscene
and everything from there on out changed
You make me sick to my stomach (gang
Thinking about the things we did that night
thinking about how I am the one to blame
Thinking about how you are perfect sane and I'm insane
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It doesn't happen often
but when I get down I get down
I fall on my back I fall on my knees
Trying to find something keep
my mind on track
but I can't keep my mind from taking control of me
and I think back to my mother explaining that
When you break down you really break down
You kick and scream and make a mess of things
Its hard to see, it's hard to see
because you were the quietest thing the quietest thing
The queitest thing in the room
It's hard to see you be so hard on your self for something you didn't do
The quietest thing in the room
Always has the potential to surprise you
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6. |
We Did It
02:59
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wish that I didn't have to
invest my self emotionally
because I am
better off on my own
and I wish that I didn't have to
celebrate your life because
I don't
owe you
anything
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sad
but you spent three weeks contradicting your self
I built you up
you tore me down
but you spent a whole three minutes contradicting your self
Do you think I'm stupid
do you think I'm dense
I wish you put more thought into
what you said
I said do you think I'm stupid
do you think I'm dense
I said I wish you put more thought into
what you said
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7. |
Be Careful
03:37
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Two of the worst things said to me
were from two people who cared
You're emotionally underdeveloped and I wish you were dead
I was young, and so were you
but I'm not even sure if you've grown up since then
How could you say that to me
How could you be so mean
I'm afraid to let anyone know I'm feeling down
I'm afraid to let anyone in I'm afraid to let anyone in my head
You told me you wanted me dead
I was told I was emotionally underdeveloped
After that, how am I supposed to be comfortable with anyone else
how could you say tat to me
How could you be so mean
how could you be so cold hearted
I thought you were supposed to be a human being
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