1. |
Genesis
01:25
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This is an acknowledgment of the fact that
I take things day to day
I know I shouldn’t I know better
But I've grown into my ways
Half-dressed in silence half-dressed in patience
We'll see just how long it takes
The house is burning, windows smoking
Foundations cracked in every place
We assess the damage it's much worse than we thought
The ship is sinking waters breaching
Not sure just how long we've got
I’m going overboard
I'm not the man you think I am
I’m not the man you think I am
I never could and I still can't
I'm not the man you think I am
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2. |
64 East
03:02
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It's been a rough year
Full of ups and downs and things
That I probably could have handled better
But I can't change that now
It's been a rough one
But I'm hanging in there
Or at least hanging on by a thread
And a couple friends
And a couple shows
And a couple places I'd like to go
These are the things that
Hold me down to earth
Each day gets harder
When your brain is calling scoreboard
‘Cause there’s rocks on my chest
In a riverbed
It's the million reasons
For the constant dread
And if this is how I go
I probably should sit back and relax
And now I'm driving
By my dad's house
All the way out in Yorktown
A place that hasn't felt like home
For at least 4 years
But that's not his fault
Let's make it clear
I guess it's mine for moving an hour west
Just trying to do what I thought was best
And I haven’t found the right answers yet
I probably never will
Each day gets harder
When your brain is calling scoreboard
‘Cause there's rocks on my chest
In a riverbed
It's the million reasons
For the constant dread
And if this is how I go
I probably should sit back and relax
But it's not that simple
Yeah, it gets complicated
When things get intertwined
And I feel it in the parking lots
Where we used to sit
And in our parent's beer
That we used to sip
And the same old brain
That holds me down
I'll probably never be able to get it out
But I'll speak softly
Try to be a little more easy
It's been a rough year
Full of twists and turns and lessons learned
But my blood’s still warm and my body’s strong
So I guess that means that I'll be fine
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3. |
Counting Days
02:40
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And if we’re being honest
It gets harder every day
To feel like a person
Or at least okay
And maybe this was a bad call
I stare at my feet
But none of this is your fault
I say it through my teeth
This is the way I feel on bridges
And in the cleaning aisle
‘Cause what's another night fighting off that dark
I guess that God said
It would have been a while
And I've been doing lots of thinking
Trying to get it all straight
But I'm growing so sick of the empty nights
I’m growing so sick of counting days, and I
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4. |
WebMD
03:41
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Nothing like WebMD at 3 AM
To confirm I'm not alright
Laying in my bed still fully clothed
Too weak to get the light
But I'm not going down without a fight
So I’ll text Liv that I'm alright
Just a little shaken up
A little caught up in my head
Less scared of death than I am of God
A little too afraid of your knowing nod
One that tells me that things might
Not just work out on their own
And I feel it slip from my sweaty hands
The intrinsic value of my social plans
I just gotta get up and go
I don't want to be alone
Sometimes I wish it wasn't so hard to just pick up the phone
But it'll be alright
Or at least it'll have to be
‘Cause I'm running out of options
And my body's getting weak
And it’s never going away
I still feel it in my chest
I'm sick of learning things the hard way
Some days it’s just so hard to be
And as I retrace my steps back to 8th
I think of that same look that was on your face
One that told me that I might be
In this for the long haul
And we know it now like we knew it then
It's not an argument of break or bend
It’s just a little darker than that
Yeah just a little more macabre
And lately, I don't have much to say at all
But it'll be alright
Or at least it'll have to be
‘Cause I'm running out of options
And my body's getting weak
And it’s never going away
I still feel it in my chest
I'm sick of learning things the hard way
Some days it’s just so hard to be
So take your bets, and do it fast
‘Cause time’s running short
And there's no promise that
When tomorrow comes
I'll be drawing breath
If I'm being honest
But it'll be alright
Or at least it'll have to be
‘Cause I'm running out of options
And my body's getting weak
And it’s never going away
(So take your bets)
I still feel it in my chest
(And do it fast)
I'm sick of learning things the hard way
(‘Cause time’s running short)
Some days it’s just so hard to be
(It always is)
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5. |
Atonement
02:50
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It's less about the words
And more about how they make me feel
Maybe that's not fair
But it's part of my deal
And there's gotta be a reason
My mother hasn't called for a couple weeks
I'm not saying it's her
It's probably 'cause of me
Trying to do my best knowing
The best is all I can do
It's just hard when there's
Things you wish you knew
And I never get to sleep knowing
There's no such thing as a perfect plan
Yeah it can't be helped when
They have got an ace in their hand
And there's a feeling in my bedroom
Just like there's a feeling in my chest
One that holds me down
And won't let me leave my bed
It’s from a weight that I can't carry
And a weight that I can’t shed
One that's haunted me since rocky mountain
And will till I'm dead
It's not a bad thing not exactly
It's just difficult at times
When half your brain is
Trying to tell you that
You're nothing but a liar
I wouldn't change it if I could
It's just some days I grow so tired
And that's just something that'll have to be fine
So I'll try to be a person unaffected by the dark
Who remains calm and kind when
Things they come undone
And I'll try to be a person with
Nothing left to give but love
A better partner friend brother neighbor and son
And I’ll try not to be a slave to
All my sick conniving ways
I'll try to rid myself of all things drenched in hate
And I'll fill myself with purpose
And all this reasoning to live
But some days I don't have enough to give
Most days I don't have enough to give
Most days I don't have enough to give
Most days I don't have enough to give
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6. |
Interlude
01:58
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[Metronome clicks]
And if the sky dried up and the sun died out and the ones we loved
Yeah, they all found out in no uncertain terms who we really are
I am a wolf to the sheep and a snake in the garden
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7. |
Christlike
03:10
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Take a few steps back and try to separate
Try to feel the things that
I've been hiding from for over 20 years
And it's sort of like taking things apart
And putting them all back together
Piece by piece once again
So I'll take a little time to myself
I've never been good at that
Or admitting when I need help
But that'll have to change
‘Cause I can't keep on living
With one foot in the grave
So I'll take a little time to myself
Before it gets too late
And truth be told I'm getting pretty tired
Of always feigning grace
And trying to be so goddamn
Christlike all the time
So I'll take a little time to myself
I've never been good at that
Or admitting when I need help
But that'll have to change
‘Cause I can't keep on living
With one foot in the grave
So I'll take a little time to myself
Before it gets too late
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8. |
Learned Helplessness
03:12
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Well it's raining in West Richmond again
And I'm suspended in the air
Above the empty streets
The row houses
And all the little things
Wondering “Do they even care?”
And my brother’s on the fence again
60 miles back home
Along Route 17
My memory still feels so pristine
And I am feeling so alone
And there's the faintest taste of loss again
I guess it never went away
And though there's no remorse
I probably shouldn't be so coarse
So I’ll breathe in
Breathe out
And I'll never be the same again
Guess I'll just have to get used to this
Is there no resolve?
Is there nothing left?
Besides waking up
And taking deep breaths
And I'll never be the same again
(Yeah probably not)
Guess I'll just have to get used to this
(I guess you will)
Is there no resolve?
Is there nothing left?
Besides waking up
And taking deep breaths
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9. |
Virginia
05:14
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Sort of like watching you rot
And your face tells it all
Heard your last bit of sweetness
Died just down the hall
And no it's not fair
But what the hell is
Can we please not talk about this
Got a long list of reasons
But next to no proof
Maybe that's why it's so hard
‘Cause I don't know you
And it's looking at this point
You'll die on this hill
So I probably never will
And is it hard to breathe
Under all of that weight?
Is it hard to breathe?
Always picking my words
Like defusing a bomb
Sort of makes me wonder
If I should leave you alone
But that's not where my heart is
Though my head wishes it was
Oh well I guess that's luck
And if we're being honest
You were gone years ago
I’m not saying that's your fault
‘Cause we'll never know
And all we've got left
Is a hope and a wish
And that’s something
I’ve got to live with
And is it hard to breathe
Under all of that weight?
And is it hard to breathe
Under all that weight?
Is it hard to?
I think it was maybe 2013 or 2014
When I first saw the light
As it was just starting to leave your eyes
At first, it was subtle
Something I barely even noticed
But before too long
I was looking at something and somebody
I had never seen before
I remember how that dark
Followed us down the east coast
Down to Virginia
And I remember how it made itself at home
Inside our living room furniture
And I remember that fall up on Main St
And I remember that house
And I don’t think a single second of time
Has passed since then
Because one day you’ll die
One day you’ll die
And that’ll have to be fine
Fine, fine
One day you’ll die
One day you’ll die
And that’ll have to be fine
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine
And despite what we do
Nothing will change
Not sure if I should give up
Or maybe I’ll pray
And if we’re being honest
Aren’t those just the same?
Just depends who you want to blame
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10. |
Deborah Hartsfield
03:33
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Your hair
It falls
In long gray strands
Around you as you sleep
You wake up
And brush yourself off
And try to find the strength to speak
Your dad
He called
Again last night
To ask me how you've been
And it broke me up
To break it that
I knew about as much as him
And you’re not wrong
But you're not right
It's just one of those things
It’s a don’t look at it
Don’t talk about it
Fucked up kind of thing
And I know you know
That it's not right
I see it in your eyes
Almost every night
And I guess that's just
One of those things
That I’ll just have to let go
Because things don't change
They never do
Think that I will stay inside
Because things don't change
They never do
Think that I will be alright
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11. |
Harpersville
06:02
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And there's a feeling in my chest
That’s been around for at least four years
And it's safe to say
That it's going nowhere fast
And I’ve got a five-dollar bill in my pocket
That says this won't ever change
And another one that says that
I'll die just like this: afraid
And I still feel it in those empty nights
I still feel it in those calls
I still feel it in almost every Grace St fall
If it were a matter of pure deference
Then I think I'd be alright
But truth be told I’m so afraid
I'm always so afraid
I'm so afraid
Not saying God’s not real
But he sure feels a long way from here
(And who could blame him for wanting out)
Not saying God’s not real but he sure feels away sometimes
(Choose to believe because)
It's easier than accepting that
All of this life is meaningless
And ends when a wood box goes into the ground
Maybe that makes me weak but oh well
And if on this mountain
I will build my house
Then on this mountain I will be
Then it is here that I’ll
Choose my words so carefully
I’m less scared of God than I am of me
I'm more scared of how things come to be
These are the things that
Always keep me up at night
And eat me alive
They eat me alive
Not saying God’s not real
But he sure feels a long way from here
(And who could blame him for wanting out)
Not saying Gods not real but
He sure feels away sometimes
(Choose to believe because)
It's easier than accepting that
All of this life is meaningless
And ends when a wood box goes into the ground
Maybe that makes me weak but oh well
And if the sky dried up
And the sun died out
And the ones we loved
Yeah, they all found out
In no uncertain terms
Who we really are
I am a wolf to the sheep
And a snake in the garden
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Feigning Grace Richmond, Virginia
a little bit country, a little bit rock and roll
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