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Closure
02:49
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You read my palms
I still think it's bullshit but it's not causing any harm
I suppose I could be doing worse things with my time than this
So what happens now
Our parents die and we get older
Our children leave then come back for closure
Some words said but never meant
Promises made but never kept
I'm forgetting names that don't matter for reasons I don't remember
So what happens now
Our parents die and we get older
Our children leave then come back for closure
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2. |
Lover // Absentee
03:24
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I’ve been dancing to the new sensation
Trying to let you go
Live within separation
We called this house a home
And now you float between
Lover and absentee
Drag your feet
Living like a ghost under different bed sheets
The south side of Mount Pleasant
You should’ve left me there to drift
It would’ve been easier than this
I’ve been living in the memories
Of 2019
Oh see, Louise
You’ve taken everything
From me worth taking
I’m hollowed out
Barely making a sound now
I’m hollowed out
Walking with my head down
I’m hollow now
I don’t stand so proud
I’m hollowed out
Minutes stretch like hours
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3. |
ILTSBD
02:57
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So, this is tonight
Back to the wooden floor
A new fate
A new phase
Maybe another year best erased
A new day
A new way of getting the worst of myself again
So this is the nightlife
Resting on the river bed
Yes, I'm aware that I'm ill-prepared
And vacant-stared
Nothing has changed there
I grew terse
Forgot the words
And how to communicate them
It got worse
She said that she'd felt dead since that day that she left
But I lost my train of thought through the sign for the Falun Gong
We thought it looked a little wrong
It's like the same but different
And one step wrong will lead you there
I miss the poise and the plié
The kitchen ballet
House-hunting on the backstreets
I guess it was only hypothetical
Like the "WASHOUT or the INDIAN SUMMER?!"
Running bull
Baby heron in the heather
Jacob's adder in the long grass
Isaac's spawn in the pond didn't last a single day
Anyway, we had time forever
We could wait
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4. |
Blister
03:47
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You were at home
Sick, scared, alone
Pick up that phone
Come outside if you want
Let the sunlight bleach your skin
Let the breeze hit
Feel the wind flow through the bricks
Let the sun blister everything
Because I ain’t got much
(Just a crush)
Try hard (but sometimes)
It’s not enough
The one you love
Don’t love you enough
The one you love
Is taking everything from…
Will you ever be sealed to me?
Feel incomplete
Just so you can feel something
Let the sun swallow me
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5. |
Either/Or (Bonus Track)
02:57
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What's your life like now
Is it miserable
What's your head like now
Do you still think "wouldn't it be nice if we took this route, bypass the way we knew and take the new cut-through"
You searched for the words and when you retrieved them you said "when I'm with you I always feel like I'm doing something illegal, something I shouldn't choose to do"
Sure, I love Either/Or
But these days it's so hard to hear
I'm thrown to a long Winter
A monthly photograph
Pill packets on the floor
A diary never meant for me
To losing friends to love
To losing them to love again
To idle days and movie night
When the first snowfall was everything
You searched for the words and when you retrieved them you said "when I was with you I felt something like never before"
I can't say I didn't feel it too
You searched for the words and when you retrieved them you said "when I'm with you I always feel like I'm doing something illegal, something I shouldn't choose to do"
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Bedbound By Summer Boston, UK
2013 - 2023
Kane Storr
Liam James Marsh
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