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40°
01:31
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Stockholm Syndrome
03:29
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I feel like I have wasted
So much of my time, I've faced it
And now it's gone forever
Just like you
And all the skyline tracing
That brought you nigh was chasing
A hummingbird into a field of
Honeydew
And I would guess you still hum your
Lovely tune
You tell them I went crazy and I'll say you lost it first
The funeral procession must have left without the hearse
I kept my distance from my biggest allergy on earth
But I still sneeze
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3. |
Landscaping
03:59
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Counting off the killers, that can cross me off their list
I'll save them all the trouble, with this weapon in my fist
It's my doubt, sharpened like a blade
Give it one swift scissor at the bottom of my heart
Let it drain out empty like it was at the start
It's all a cycle, spinning like a blade
We're like grass under a mower
We all go away
You say that I don't have to die
I have a hard time believing that
I am paralyzed by fear
And a lot more fact
Planning of the funeral that never should occur
But let's say that it does, why the hell would I ask her
To do my eulogy?
Aren't we all dying at a slow and steady pace?
What's the point of living if tomorrow is a waste,
Unless we're changing?
Sometimes I need a hug at the end of the day
Sometimes I just want someone to tell me I'm okay
Or that I'm gonna be
Even if you lie tell me I'm gonna be
Do you ever look at someone and pretend you never knew
The half of who they are
And tell them they're enough for you
Grit your teeth and say it till you both believe it
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4. |
Wheat Penny
04:17
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I'm at this end of my rope, threaded down to strings
The conversation whittles down to ordinary things
Another solitary hour starts to grow wings
Apartments dry as their starlit magazines
Who I am and where I've been
Are two completely different things
I can try but I never will reconcile the dreams
Of who I wished you were inside
Whoever that is you've amounted to be
I waited but you never came
A laden life is taking place
You traded all our summer days
For staying far out of the rain
Found a wheat penny in my pocket, and I found it strange
A used-to-be rarity is common if you keep your change
All to yourself in a bottle outside drinking range
Just close enough to absolve all your hunger pangs
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Ticket
05:17
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The devil don't haunt you anymore
I heard he fled from the shore
You go down easier with a lock on the door
Did you hear it click
Ask me when I'm coming back
Well I don't know
Whether it's a when or just an if
I wouldn't wanna give up on your hopes
Maybe I'm wrong in saying this
But we're all equally broke
I've got burdens of my own
I don't feel like cutting ropes
So I burned my ticket home
I burned my ticket home
Tell the bus driver just to go
Cause I burned my ticket home
My brothers still can't get along
They both sing a different song
You still feel like you did something wrong
Couldn't do the trick
Remember that monster that used to sit at the foot of your bed?
I often wonder if you'd imagined an angel instead
His shiny teeth and his scaly eyes getting to your head
Remember that monster that used to sit at the foot of your bed?
Well he burned his ticket home
He burned his ticket home
Tell the bus driver to keep on going
Cause he burned his ticket home
Yea I burned my ticket home
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Escape
04:03
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When I found a safe spot in your eyes
It was like my goldfish never died
It was like I never lost five dollars in the swimming pool
When your vision totally met mine
I couldn’t remember why I cried
Your last words spin around in my head like a perfect tune
And you bloom, like a sunflower in June
I could never quit on you
I won’t leave your side unless I know that I'm coming back soon
And your eyes became an escape for me
There’s a long list of stuff we gave up on
Burning like a mound of picnic tables,
Apple branches, gasoline,
And every word I could never mean
Cause now the taste of something sweet
Is taking over and sinking down and it's taking
A place in our home, like sunlight through
Tomorrow’s open window
And you bloom, like a sunflower in June
I could never quit on you
I won’t leave your side unless I know that I'm coming back soon
And you bloom, from a long forgotten sound
I could never shut you out
I can let you in, for this is our home now
When your eyes became an escape for me
(you’re so claustrophobic, hold me tighter)
Taking back roads, to get back home
Ignoring emptiness surrounding me like a rubber glove
You’re claustrophobic, don’t I know it
All you say is hold me tighter and tighter, my love
Since last year, I’ve had a worse fear
Than any spider in the darkness that I could dream up
Since February, a light is carried
Ever deeper and deeper to the heart of my love
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David Daniel Parker Nashville, Tennessee
Honest songwriting from Pittsburgh. If you enjoy it, send me an email!
daviddanielparker@gmail.com
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