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My Rushmore
01:48
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You’ll always be my Rushmore, darling.
You’ll always be my “everything.”
You’ll always be the marks on my page.
You’ll always be the songs I sing.
You’ll always be my Rushmore, dear.
You’ll always be what I hold near.
You’ll always be everything to me.
You’ll always be what cures my fear.
You’ll always be my Rushmore.
You’ll always be who I was before.
You’ll always be the beating in my chest.
You’ll always be the memories I reach for.
I’ll never be your Rushmore, will I?
I’ll never be your bright blue sky.
I’ll never your anything.
I’ll only be the words you deny.
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When we first met
we stayed up all night
talking about
friends and family
and songs that we liked.
And I still remember
the night that we spent
because those stars hung
above us
like a big blanket.
And I can’t forget a thing.
I don’t regret anything.
Remind me of what was said
the first time that we met.
And we fell apart
before we could admit
that like those stars
that night
we had eventually
faded.
And I won’t look back
with anything at all.
And I’m sure you’ll do the same.
We stayed friends,
but we won’t call.
And I can’t forget a thing.
I don’t regret anything.
Remind me of what was said
the first time we met.
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3. |
Sunday Mornings
01:37
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Please be my Sunday morning.
Please be my Sunday’s best.
Please be my beating heart
as it explodes it my chest.
I’ll be your silent hours
if you’ll be the songs I sing.
I’ll be whatever you want.
Please be my anything
Now, now, now…
Please fill my empty time
with the breathing of my name.
If you let me hold your heart
I swear I’ll do the same
Now, now, now…
I’ll be your favorite sound
if you’ll keep waiting.
Please be a piece of me.
Please be my anything
Now, now, now…
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4. |
May Snow
02:16
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We are like snow in May:
a phenomenon that I cannot explain.
You swear this is right.
But I cannot agree.
We deserve better scenery.
Something of a richer light.
You swear the warmth will come soon.
I don’t know if I believe you.
You swear the snow will melt away
and I’ll miss the ice and wish I had stayed.
We are like snow in May:
a phenomenon that I cannot explain,
but I don’t think that I want to.
We are hills reflecting white
by the day’s brighter light,
and in the dark we shine blue.
You swear the warmth will come soon.
I swear I believe you.
I know the snow will melt away,
And I’ll miss the ice and wish that I could stay.
We are like snow in May:
a phenomenon that I cannot explain.
I swear you were right.
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5. |
Balanced
02:02
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If your heart still breaks
at the sight of the world,
don’t feel bad.
You’re only human.
If your eyes still fill up
because of it all,
I don’t mind.
So do mine.
And I want to know what you still remember from when we were only kids,
when the world was still an okay place to be. I hope you don’t forget it.
If your heart still aches
when you look at me,
it’s okay.
I feel the same way.
‘Cause we were only kids
who didn’t have a clue,
and that’s all right.
We’re both fine.
And I want to know what you still remember from when we were only kids,
when the world was still an okay place to be. I hope you don’t forget it.
And I want to know what you still remember from when we were only kids,
when the world was still an okay place to be. I hope you don’t forget it.
(‘cause we couldn’t know how this would know. I hope you don’t forget it.)
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6. |
House Key
02:10
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Today my house key broke apart.
I guess you can call it a metaphor
for the fragility of life
which I cannot escape or describe.
And there is so much left to say
about all that has gone away.
I wish you could be here again.
Yeah, I wish I could’ve touched your hand.
It got stuck in the lock
and I got transfixed by that clock
that screamed that time was running short.
All I needed was a last resort.
And there’s no such thing as forgiveness
when we all live like this.
I guess I’ll reach for you
‘cause I do not know what else I can do.
And there is so much left to say
about all that has gone away.
I wish you could be here again.
Yeah, I wish I could’ve touched your hand.
Today my house key broke apart.
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7. |
Bloody Walls
03:30
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If there are monsters in this house, how can you expect
me to close my eyes and simply forget.
If there is blood on these walls, how can you sleep at night
knowing what you have done? What gives you the right?
Take this melody that I could never sing.
Take pieces of the things that I could never be.
Hold together all these shattered hearts
and do your best to forget every fucking part.
If there is something to be said for all of your bullshit,
Then say it out loud and don’t pretend to forget.
And if the walls you bury yourself in don’t make you feel anything,
Maybe the blood wasn’t meant to be cleaned.
Take this melody that I could never sing.
Take pieces of the things that I could never be.
Hold together all these shattered hearts
and do your best to forget every fucking part.
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I am scared to death of crashing.
I am scared to death of dogs.
I am scared of dying in this place.
I’ve been scared all along.
I am uncomfortable
with the decisions I have made.
I am terrified of myself.
Yeah, some things never change.
I don’t know if anything makes sense,
but I will hold on to all of this.
I am not proud to admit
I’ve fallen from my own grace.
In the middle of this story
I will remember everything.
The floors in this house,
they don’t hold me anymore.
The wood has given in
from everything it has absorbed
I don’t know if anything makes sense,
but I will hold on to all of this.
I don’t mind if this stays with me,
‘cause I can hold on to everything.
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9. |
Doubts
02:50
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I feel the burn of your handprint
reaching across my skin
I feel the weight of your breath
as it pulls me in.
I know that there is something
to those sheets in which you hide.
I don’t know what it is yet,
but I have faith that I will find
What I am looking for.
What you need.
But I don’t know
if these things will ever agree.
You don’t remember my name,
And I guess that that makes sense.
You speak in forked tongues
of a shattered innocence.
Now I have my doubts
that you even exist.
I don’t really breathe all that much.
Blood hardly pumps through my wrists.
(but I what I am looking for.
What you need.
But I don’t know
if these things will ever agree.
will find)
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10. |
The Story of a Ghost
02:32
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I hear voices in this house...
I hear echoes of your heart…
I see ghosts on these walls…
I don’t know where to start…
I remember you said
these things tend to work out.
I just can’t find the proof;
You bleed out of my mouth.
I will call you a phantom.
You’re floating through these walls.
You can’t check messages
or answer fucking calls.
I still fall to pieces
at the drop of your name.
I can’t pick myself up.
Nothing feels the same.
No, nothing feels the same.
I hear voices in this house...
I hear echoes of your heart…
I see ghosts on these walls…
I don’t know where to start…
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Problems
02:02
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I don’t want you to forget that songs don’t start, no, they just end.
That way we can reach some conclusions that otherwise we never
could have found solutions to these
Problems.
To these problems.
And I want you to believe that these songs really mean everything to me
because they are a part of who I am. It’s okay, I will do what I can
to solve these
Problems.
These problems
I know that someday I’ll fail to breath.
I’ll go to bed some night and I’ll just stay asleep.
And I hope that someone will remember me,
and I hope that these words can mean anything.
And don’t feel like you’re ever all alone.
If you need somebody there, I swear I will follow
into every darkest place.
And I swear I will help you face
These problems.
Your problems.
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