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When I was younger, I was afraid to walk down the basement steps
For fear that I would fall between the empty spaces
And lately, I’ve been scared that there’s nothing but empty space
Between where my life has been and where I want it to be
As I get older, I can’t seem to breathe when I need to and I need to
Feel something besides this regret, but the trauma stays with me
And I’ll always, remember that time that you put your head on my shoulder
Your body meeting mine on the streets of New York City
When I was younger, I was afraid to walk down the basement steps
For fear that I would fall between the empty spaces
And lately, I’ve been scared that there’s nothing but empty space
Between where your life has been and where I want it to be
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Laugh More, You're Dying
02:31
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Your shoes look worn
How long’s it been since you’ve been home?
The duct tape barely holds
The soles are falling out
And winter’s coming soon
So how will you stay warm tonight?
You look worn
How long’s it been since you’ve been happy?
The smile barely holds
And there’s liquor on your breath
And what else can we do?
When you’ve all but given up
The light on the screen was blurred by my drips
When your dad sent the text to my phone
He said your body was found with a needle in hand
Just three or four blocks from our home
And I’ll never shake the fact
That I ignored you Wednesday night
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Beechview Trim
02:33
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You can find me blacked out and stumbling
On a plot of land out in, on a plot of land out in Denver
Hiding behind every tree I see
Spinning in circles, spinning in circles
Hoping for a moment of clarity
Detachment with all the things and everyone that I know
Sometimes I hope it'll kill me, sometimes I hope it'll kill me
It's my time so I shed some skin
Maybe it'll come from the teeth sinking in
Cut the cord, rip the insides out
I hope you forget me
Oh, god now I hope you forgive me
Detachment with all the things and everyone that I know
Sometimes I hope it'll kill me, sometimes I hope it'll kill me
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White Trash
01:45
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They used to call me white trash
The permanent marker on my only uniform gave it away
My thick accent served as ammunition - for the yuppie firing squad
And my best friend and I used to share his wonder bread
When the EBT card was short
But now I'm at a new ivy
And I don't know what that means
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Raggedy Ann
03:57
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I am not a good son, but you tried your best to be a good mother. Can you hear me?
I hope you can, because I love you. And I wish I could take you back, so that most of this never happened
To a place where you could write your poems, like the one about Raggedy Anne
To a place where you didn’t lose so much. I would have liked to have known you then
Before you had that broken look in your eyes
You’re more than this. And I hope there’s more to all of this, for your sake.
I want to see you smile, but you can’t with that tube shoved all the way down your fucking throat
With that bag, collecting your shit as you perspire
I still have the notes you drew for me, the ones you use to put in my lunch box at school
An awkward heart with arms and legs, outstretched towards its child
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Today is the Best Day Ever Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Today is the Best Day Ever is an Indie/Emo band based out of Pittsburgh, PA. The band emulates the short bursts of energy found in acts like Joyce Manor, and is melodically somewhere between Spraynard and The Hotelier. Discussing challenging topics in their songs, Today is the Best Day Ever uses music as a therapeutic exercise, but makes sure to not romanticize such topics ... more
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