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Midlife Crisis
03:59
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I don’t like
The way you talk
The way you talk of ways that I should be
I understand
You’ve held your stance
Again these godly winds
Longer than I
But you lived your life so please let me live mine
You gave us names
That came attached to weights
And tell us there’s a legacy to hold
Time is near
You’re scared to tears
That you can’t teach us everything in life
You made mistakes now please let me make mine
I won’t sip
Another drink
Society has spiked with its ideals
Talk is cheap
We are born free
Free to live within well crafted lies
You found your god, please let me find mine
I don’t like
The way you talk
The way to talk of ways that I should be
I hear your words
And your concerns
But I won’t be a product of your time
Just let me fuck around or its a recipe for a midlife crisis
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2. |
Sweet Lady
04:26
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Sweet lady of the morning sun
Tell me all the things you would have done
Tell me all the things
Like you could live again
Sweet lady of the morning sun
Sweet lady of the afternoon
Tell me all the things you’d like to do
Tell me reasons why you love me the way you do
Sweet lady of the afternoon
Sweet lady of my night
Tell me all the things that made you cry
Tell me of the days and ill help you on your way
Sweet lady of my night
Sweet lady of uncertainty within
Tell me all the memories you all hold dear
Tell me all the times that made you want to die
And the scars that come from hanging in
Sweet lady in the corner of my mind
What is it to love that makes it blind
Tell me all the ways, to save myself the pain
Of knowing that I can’t have you for long
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3. |
Stupid Kyle
03:25
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Stupid Kyle
Its barely been a minute
And you're stuck inside your screen again
Stupid boy
You should be aware that many
Awful things are going on
But all I know is what I see
Provided by societies brainwash team
That tells me right from wrong
Im just a number in a long
Line of empty dreams
Stupid Kyle
You haven’t been alive
In all the years that you’ve been walking around
Stupid boy
You should probably care that there’s a world outside
Your plastic house
I think its comfort killing me
But not too far away there’s a war that breathes
The rich man dropped a bomb
The poor ones on the run
While I sit here thinking how
I'm just so bored with myself
I smoke until my eyes will bleed
And drink until I forget the words I speak
Can someone make it clear
What the fuck we’re doing here
Pissing all our time away
Stupid Kyle
Remember that your problems are okay
Compared to all the fucked up things going on out there
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Living on
The edge of my seat
Living on
For now it seems
Living on
Living on the edge of my seat
Until I fall into obscurity
Living on
Pain relief
Living on
Some far fetched dream
Living on
Living on two left feet
And brain that despises me
Living on
The edge of my life
Take it all
Before I die
Living on
Living on the ass of my day
And the fear that’s been sent my way
Living on
Some doldrum plane
Living on
You could hardly say
Living on
Living on the end of the line
Drinking patience and smoking time
Living on
how many days
will it take
to get through this Haziness
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I find myself sleeping in again
Then hate myself for sleeping in
Got me feeling so irrelevant
There’s nothing good to get me out of bed
I only know what I know and I don’t know why
I made a stand against the meaningless
To give myself all of my meaningfulness
But I’ve been finding there are worms in my head
Eating away all my desire to care
I only know what I know and I don’t know why
I feel I’m in some purgatory dream
Not quite dead but not alive it seems
I woke up laying next to you again
Drunk and desperate amongst other things
We can say it doesn’t mean a thing
That doesn’t mean it doesn’t mean a thing
I only know what I know and I don’t know why
Times are changing and I’m scared of it
Im no longer just a stupid kid
Well I mean that I’ve just grown a bit
A stupid is a stupid does I guess
I only know what I know and I don’t know why
I feel I’m in some purgatory dream
Not quite dead but not alive it seems
Im giving up, its too damn hard to try
I only know what I know and don’t know why
I find myself sleeping in again
Then hate myself for sleeping in
I feel so fucking irrelevant
There’s nothing good to get me out of bed
I only know what I know and I don’t know why
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Kyle Brew Melbourne, Australia
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