1. |
Always Out Of Time
05:53
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Sun it rises to find us still awake
At the second story kitchen table
Smoking feelings we could not shake
Told me you were leavin in the mornin
Well that's alright
You were always halfway out the door
Now it's just me, and the light
And this bottle of wine
How I hate how I waste myself sometimes
And now as long as I'm confessing
You were right
We were always out of time
Always out
We were always out of time
Always out
We were always out of time
Always out
We were always out of time
Always out, always out of time
What's the point of a picture
If it don't tell you just how I see it
Your restless, hopeless, blue soul brown eyes
Could only be reflections of mine
Don't lie to me and say you want the truth
I know you're just like me
Mhm
And the only truth you want
Is the one that fits your needs
If I had told you Tenn I'm in love
You would have called me a liar
Love would never fit in your plans
And that's why I let it go
Some people say you never know the truth
Unless you let your heart speak
And I'd agree
But every picture I paint of you is another of me
Except I believe it's not so naive
To say to hell with a line in the sand
But time won't stop
Nor stay your hand
Just move along with what you had planned
Always out
Always out of time
Always out
Always out of time
Always out
Always out of time
Always out
Always out of time
Always out
Always out of time
Always out
Always out of time
Always out
Always out of time
Always out
Always out of time
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2. |
When You're Young
04:44
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If yesterday was today
I'd be happier in my haze
But we can't repeat a perfect wasted day
And I think that's what scares me
More than anything I design
Is it worth a twenty dollar bill
Of my own precious time
Cause it truly is a currency
Which I am loathe to spend
And I wish that the bank had some to lend
Cause it feels I'm running out
Over again and all the same
But I know I'm young and I should be ashamed
What's the use of being sad when you're young
We're all fucked up
When you're young you go mad
When you're young it goes bad
All I want is a conversation
With someone other than myself
Bout something more abstract than the weather or my health
But it always comes back
To some blond haired boy
Well you know I could care less
Have fun with your toy
Been lost and uninspired
Falling through pretty books
Guess I need some better some better place to look
So I bought a ticket for the weekend
Oh I need a change of scenery
Maybe it's the drugs mama
Maybe it's just me
What's the use of being sad when you're young
We're all fucked up
When you're young you go mad
When you're young
When you're young
When you're young you go mad
When you're young you go mad
When you're young you go mad
When you're young, when you're young
When you're young you go mad
When you're young you go mad
When I was young I went mad
When I was young, when I was young
When you're young you go mad
When you're young you go mad
When you're young you go mad
You go mad, you go mad
When you're young you go mad
When you're young you go mad
When you're young
When you're young
Hey let's all go mad
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3. |
Portrait No. 2
03:57
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I'd like to paint a picture
Louder than holy scripture
Hollywood's masterpiece starring Della Reese
She's just 19
Born of angst and old pipe dreams
A punk rock queen to me in acid jeans
A thin white cigarette hangs like sudden death
From her red painted lips she takes a breath
Falls to ash till there's nothing left
Do you know what happens next
Stare into the eyes of your portrait
And tell me again it don't look a bit like you
When I tire of painting
I speak my mind like an ass
Don't worry about the fee this one's on me
You know he's bound to miss you
But that's not the issue
It's what he means to you when you're youth is through
When you're undrunk wide awake in empty sheets
Will he be the one you never beat
In a lover's game for keeps
Do you know what happens next
Stare into the eyes of your lover
And tell me again it don't look a bit like him
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4. |
I Am A Window
06:47
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You can never really know me
Past what I show you
I can never really show you
More than I've found
But sometimes you see
Parts I'd left unperceived
Consciously or not
I know all that I need now
ooh
Honestly I'll probably make you bleed
Subconsciously instinctively you know everything
You're ever gonna need
And I am a window I will make you see through me
See it my way
This world is a shadow
Projections, reflections can you see em
Can you see through me
Perfectly entwined
You and I were meant to die
Unusually disguised
Truth in a lie
You will find
Honestly I'll probably make you bleed
Subconsciously instinctively you know everything
You're ever gonna need
And I am a window I will make you see through me
See it my way
This world is a shadow
Projections, reflections can you see em
Can you see through me
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Picture perfect standing
Silhouette in my doorway
You ask me
Do I look pretty
Do not hesitate
To appraise me
And will you watch me walk out
Into the night to break my own heart
Will you watch me walk out
Into the night to break my own heart
Sweetheart dry your eyes
The iris leaks
While your mouth it smiles
And tell me how you love him
And how he'll hold you
And hurt you
And break you apart
I can't watch you walk out
Into the night to break your own heart again
No I can't watch you walk out
Into the night to break your own heart
There's only so much
That I can say to you
If only half of it ever
Gets through to you
And I'll always do my best
To brighten your day
Though sometimes
I can barely light my own way
Sometimes everybody needs someone new
Will I watch you walk out
To bring this all back to the start
Do you know what I am talking about
How to break your own heart
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6. |
How
06:24
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I'm tired
Just wanna go home
Haven't seen my mom in a real long time
And I know how she feels alone
Cause we're blood
And I too feel it like a stone
Well I just called to say I love you
And Ma, I'm coming home
These days
Can't make it out of bed
Open my eyes to the morning
And I feel trapped in my own head
And I wanna know
What ever happened to laying in my room
Writing songs for myself and no one else
Loneliness to blame
Young and unashamed
How can I get back to that
In my room
Now I've exposed myself
How
You've been in love
Such a long, long time
True lovers never really come out quite alright
On the other side
But you'll be fine my friend
There's really no use in being sad
When you're young and untied
Young and untied
I haven't been in love
In such a long, long time
Wonder if I would recognize when it hits
Oh but that's just it
I can't commit to anything more than
Just one goddamn hit
Let me breathe you in
Come on slow
Alright okay I'm ready
Take me, take me
Alright okay I'm ready
Take me, take me
Alright okay already
Love me, love me
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I was on the outside
Looking in
Trying to find something
Of me in everyone else
Now from the inside
Hiding out
Nothing I see is real
Not even me
Yes I can believe in anything I like
Believe in me
Turn up the music
Out go the lights
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8. |
Know Depression
06:05
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I know depression son
It's nothing new in this family
Remember your grandmother Ann
Left me and Ken and Dad for another man
The one you flew out to Wisconsin for
When you were four and I could not
Bring myself to face her
Could not forgive her
She broke my heart and that's forever
Lost my mother when I was nine
Some things just don't pass with time
She was a drinker
A hard liver and a self styled thinker
And I'm sure you've found
A mind can bring you down
Wade in too deep and you start to drown
Yes I've felt the weight of expectation
And your frustration with how I saw myself
I lost myself
Nothing like losing someone else
Each from good or broken homes
We find a darkness all our own
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Diaphane Rapid City, South Dakota
An indie-rock band currently in it's high concept phase, cosplaying as a country band for the gays and theys.
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