1. |
Stall
03:24
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i'd believe the sun could stall if i'd stop wasting here
but every day the question falls on a heart confused by mirrors
how many days are left with these numb arms
dip your fingers in my blood, i'll have you paint for years
i can feel my cells
creeping out of the dark
i try to budge the sun across the sky
oh heaven knows i try
but i'll be here
where the days are slow
tomorrow will come and more days will follow
or so I'm told
i'm waiting, pleading for the end
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2. |
God's Hands
03:39
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if it's all up to god i'd like to bathe in flames
if it's all up to god i'd curse its name in prayer
but by the candle light it's warm and still
if it's all up to god there's more than chance to blame
the tragedy is that
that nothing lasts
except for you until you don't anymore
i want to lie to myself
i'd take the grip of god's hand
over bedlam
in circumstance
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3. |
Enough
03:28
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call it hobby's waste i am choking toothpaste
dieting on daydreams where a cold enclosure awaits my heart
a romantic glance from indifferent light
i wouldn't proclaim to have seen it all
just enough to know
it's not for me
i've stuffed my insides
i've fed them ill
i've had enough
i long to disappear where
the stars ignite and fall at
the same time
love beyond its means speaks out of range
for now the stakes will hold until the following rains
i've had enough
i long to disappear where
the stars ignite and fall at
the same time
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4. |
Better in Bed
04:15
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i know you're tired of the crying
while ages pass so tears can dry
i wrote on the inside of my eyes
plans and promises again
to read while i sleep away my life
it's better in bed
what is sleep without rest
it's better in bed
what is sleep without rest
I've been blessed to learn to count sheep
to have been awake for this long
filling cups
when half a glass is not less
but not enough
fangless resentment in a gritted jaw
i know you're tired of the crying
while ages pass so tears can dry
i wrote on the inside of my eyes
plans and promises again
to read while i sleep away my life
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5. |
Undeveloped Film
07:46
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flash, click
a tiny device to record the sweetest times
in opaque little frames
that sit in wait
hey, my love
how do you play that song
you know these years aren't so log
but time is slowed and the glow is faint
wasted times
waiting for fond eyes
it's sad they'll never meet
the undeveloped film
breathe, you've lost it now
the receipt is made
fuck i've already paid
with my time, my heart, and my eyes
please, will you look up today
enjoy being you
in some time you'll be brand new
and yet i'm prey to the state of undeveloped film
wasted times
waiting for fond eyes
it's sad they'll never meet
a shame to hide
all the pretty smiles
i don't know what's good for me
and the undeveloped film
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6. |
Visits
04:07
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he carved grooves
"never trust yourself alone in bed"
abuse
a panicked cry to pass right through
i'd refuse
a rested eye for a drive with you
i do
dark streets outside window panes
next to you
are these the ways to the resting place
of "i love you-s"
the streets that smelled so sweet
reek of gasoline instead
a cry to god for peace and breath at
4 and 6 am
i thought i'd wasted more time awake
than if i could meet you in the backseat of that car
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7. |
Wilting
03:43
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promise of a new waking life
rounding off an edge
sharp enough to tear the flesh of
inside outside dread
precocious in stride toward the finish line
spit on canvas
snapping carpals
leaky eyelids and
hospice valentines
how many petals fell to get here
haven't gone a day without a few mights
sorry for this sorry state
but i'm gone
a little white pill asked if i'd stay awhile
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8. |
Always Sorry
01:55
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months measured in moments, i'm sorry
I want you to hate me the way that I do
the weather beaten walls collapsed onto its carpenter
a sodden frame beyond repair
i'm always sorry
i'm always sorry
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9. |
Marigold
04:08
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bitter souls dive deep
marigold hasn't breathed fresh air for weeks
i heard the ring of the keys in her shaking hands
did you hear what she said? i missed that last part again
between her teeth is the dust of its brother
she's certain they'll bend
marigold
left us
on our own
cherry red
heaving good grace
coughing up pleasantries and smiling
behind it all she's asking,
"where is the door?"
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Halfgrass Eastvale, California
Blake Cook-Vocals/Rhythm Guitar
Jacob Jeanal-Bass
Peter Calderon-Samples/Keys/Guitar
Luke Cook-
Drums
Noah Castanedo-Lead Guitar
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