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Flutter
03:51
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We first met in this store, many years ago
And I know, we’ve both changed, but somehow, it feels the same
And I can’t, and I won’t
Tell her I drink alone
Just for now can it be how it was
Before I dropped out and lost touch
How am I? I’m okay. Doing fine. Oh, you’re engaged?
Didn’t know. Guess that’s great. I wish I would have kept pace.
But I can’t, and I won’t
Grow up, so I’m alone
Be friendly then leave I assume
I’ll pick up as soon as I’m home
But a flutter escapes, lights a spark in her eye
For the first time I smile, I’d thought I’d cry
Then a flutter of pain in my side, reminds me I lied
I’m not alright
I decide, that I might
Still try to put up a fight
This bottom shelf life has a line
And maybe I’ll find it, on borrowed time
Then the flutter recedes and we both step aside
Long enough to remind me what it used to be like
I might as well smile. I’ve still got a while
But the flutter decides, when the end is in sight
But I can’t, and I won’t
Die a drunk, dry or alone
This bottom shelf life has an end
While I’m sitting here waiting, for life to begin
It’s finally time that somehow I find
The difference between breathing and being alive
Is this a sign that somehow I can find
The difference between breathing and being alive
Is this a new me? Do I deserve praise?
Do I deserve comfort for changing my ways?
Is this a new me? Do I deserve praise?
Or is this only a phase?
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I see through the door, she's alone in the smoking room
I can tell she could use a friend, but I figure I won't do
So I stay, and I wait, someone else will take my place
That's ok, cause if I tried, I would not know what to say
As I turn and walk away, I'll begin to wonder how
I can turn it all around so I'm the one she thinks about
This self sympathy centers me in lonely atrophy but I
Don't have the spine to express myself in time
Self centered courtesy
I feel sympathy for you
But I save plenty of for me too
Self centered sympathy
Where has it gotten me?
It's a losing philosophy
But I don't really know how else to be
I feel sympathy for you
But I want you all to love me too
I can be a better man, I swear
But first you will have to care
I look through the door at the room where she had been
The smoke's still there, but she is gone, I will never see her again
So I sit and I write in the margins of the notes she liked
Those words that made her smile in this bubble for a while
Please, don't remember me
Look away and leave
You go and succeed
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Somerset
04:59
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And when I finally get to sleep, I sweat
The Librium's taken effect
And when they pull out the IV, I bleed
The counselors ask me what I need, I say
I guess that I was born this way
Then comes the shame and the regret
How many days did I forget?
Dreams of my friends walking away
Alone, unsure, what can I say?
I guess that I was born this way
Excuse to use, I choose to pay
Hell if I could tell you why
I drink or what it means
So I’ll lie and almost die
And write my masterpiece
Hurt and hate, destroy, create
Realize that I’m wrong
Learn to live, but far too late
At least I’ll have a song
And when I finally earn some trust
Some trust I know I will betray
I guess that I was born this way
There is no sign, no key to me
So what’s the point in trying?
I will work on my masterpiece
So why is my mother crying?
I hurt, I hate, I destroy, I create
And I don’t see the problem
Of course I do, but far too late…
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