1. |
Take Me Away
01:58
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Burnt the roof of my mouth for the tenth time in a week
The futures fading
Everything’s so very bleak
Skipping past the songs that remind me of you
It’s been 6 months but I’m still stuck in June
I’m left here with nothing but rotting memories and smoldering ashes
Take me away
I’m here left with nothing but rotting memories and smoldering ashes
Take me away
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2. |
Dysphoria City Limits
02:05
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Despondent and inconsolable
I cycle through these racing thoughts
Engulf me
Take me down
Avoidant and unavoidable
Repeatedly counting the seconds I have lost
Misaligned from the body that I was born into
Fighting for an upside
Fighting to reform
Misaligned from the body that I was born into
Fighting for an upside
Fighting to reform
Fighting for an upside
Fighting to reform
Fighting for an upside
Fighting to reform
Fighting for an upside
Fighting to reform
Fighting for an upside
Fighting to reform
Fighting for an upside
Fighting to conform
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3. |
Anchorless
02:35
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They called here to tell me that you’re finally dying
Through a veil of childish cries
Southern Manitoba
Prairies pulling at the
Pant leg of your bad disguise
So why were you so anchorless
A boat abandoned in some backyard
Anchorless
Small town that you live and died in
Shoebox full of photos
Found a grainy mirror
Sunken cheeks and slender hands
Grocery lists and carbon copied
Letters offer
Silence for my small demands
So how’d you get so
Anchorless
A boat abandoned in some backyard
Anchorless
Small town that you live and died in
Got an armchair from your family home
Got your phone woodhouse novels and your telephone
Got your plates and stainless steel
Got that way of never saying what you really feel
So anchorless
A boat abandoned in some backyard
Anchorless
Small town that you live and died in
Don’t wanna live and die here
Don’t wanna live and die here
Where were
Anchorless
Anchorless
Anchorless
Small towns that we lived and died in
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4. |
This Rusted Bike Lock
02:05
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Keep towing the thin thin line of the space between
Being a doormat and losing everyone and everything
When nobody seems to get why your building walls
And pushing them away
Words don’t help when you’ve got nothing left to say
So let it all out
If I could just hold my breath and count backwards from the end of this muddled message and this heart broken statement
I would spend less time endlessly beating myself to death
Just to claw and scratch my way back up again
I’m out of apologies
Twiddle my thumbs until they bleed
The city landscape tries to change
And I don’t even know your name
Echos in my head on loop
Because we both know the truth
Just want to feel the same
Every seasons melting brain
Echos in my head on loop
Because we both know the truth
Just want to feel the same
Every seasons melting brain
I’m out of apologies
Twiddle my thumbs until they bleed
The city landscape tries to change
And I don’t even know your nam
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Cluttered Halifax, Nova Scotia
cluttered are:
Matty (she/they)
Becca (she/they)
AJ (he/him)
Dylan (he/him)
ACAB forever
Cluttered recommends:
Best Band.
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