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Canvas
03:17
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Roam along the concrete for hours on end
You should see what you find when you slip through the cracks
We are but common men trying to make the most of these hands
Against that constant shift that knows how to take its toll
Took its toll on me
So why not shape the sky in our own image?
We are born to this canvas, and it is what you make it
And these eyes my trick the stomach, but they still want more
Along the way,
Found reasons to fill these lungs,
And gave in to them
Sometimes we laughed until it hurt,
Gave up pieces of ourselves,
But a part of me was right at home
What kind of footnote do you wanna leave?
Are you ready to fight the things that you can't see?
Cause all those things you thought
You kept at arms length have their way
Of breaking you at your spirit,
And watching you bleed
That constant shift
Knows how to take its toll
So why not shape the skies
In an image of your own?
We were born to the canvas,
and these eyes are bored
Along the way,
Found reasons to fill these lungs,
And gave in to them
Sometimes we laughed until it hurt,
Gave up pieces of ourselves,
But a part of me was right at home
Answered, "I am here."
Life exists, and identity,
And it does go on
And I contribute this verse
Along the way,
Found reasons to fill these lungs,
And gave in to them
Sometimes we laughed until it hurt,
Gave up pieces of ourselves,
But a part of me was right at home
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Chihiro
02:48
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One day I'll explain everything
I won't know where to start
How should I begin?
Will you ever know the worst of me, and learn to love the rest?
Well, till then, just see me for what I am
I can't make up for lost time
Just trying to find my own steps to follow
Kept tripping over the little things
While the years bled into the next
I can't make up for lost time
Must've got caught in the moment
But you're the roots where I plant my feet
When every war I wage in your name
I hope that one day
This will be more than what the words said
Till then I'll smile and bear it
Till then I'll lay awake
Till then I'll lay awake
Try to fit in the photographs
Oh, how real they move for me
I can't make up for lost time
Just trying to find my own steps to follow
Kept tripping over the little things
While the years bled into the next
I can't make up for lost time
Must've got caught in the moment
But you're the roots where I plant my feet
When every war I wage in your name
I can't make up for lost time
I can't make up for lost time
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Well Rusted Chain
05:08
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They should have sent a poet
Better grasp at the concept
Cause I fear my own exceeds my reach or maybe only the nerve
Well, let's find out the hard way if there's really such beauty
In the belly of the beast
Will I notice it in front of me?
When the clock doesn't move
You really take in all the sights at once
Besides, we may never be here again
May never be here again
It can get so hard at times
To wear your own skin
When you don't know what it means anymore
But then there are nights like these
But then there are nights like these
Where breaking in those wounds doesn’t seem all that impossible
But what do I know?
Stopped counting the days long before
Cause every time the world turns or even moves an inch
Feels like it changes me
But could it say the same?
Couldn’t say the same
When the clock doesn't move,
You really take in all the sights at once
Besides, we may never be here again
May never be here again
And no one ever stops to tell you
When the hands started to move again
But nights like these are something eloquent
But nights like these are too far in between
We're left learning our way across a knifes edge.
Or are we just hanging there?
Well at least I found the proof
We are all but stories
But can be as tall as the giants in them
And til it comes around again
Bare your teeth at me
I bare my own, and I'm playing for keeps
Bare your teeth at me
I bare my own, and I'm playing for keeps
Let's find out the hard way (Where will I go)
If I keep holding on (When I leave here?)
Well, like a well-rusted chain, will I break (But I know)
Or will I hold strong? (That I'll hold onto this)
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On the Walk Home
03:45
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There isn't a time or place for how quickly life can change
As I go on pretending like I don't know my own strength
But I know all too well
Voice shot, hood pulled over my head
Taking in that deep breath, waiting for the next thing to take it away
Or someone to breathe in and out with me
Will this be all I ever truly know?
Knuckles cracked and bruised
From beating at closed doors
Now where am I supposed to go
When its more like walking on nails
Than a quick walk home?
As a warm blur passes me by
I've gotten to know the monsters chasing me
They've become like old friends
Or maybe shadows playing their parts so well
But I gave it all I had in that last swing as I stumbled through the yard
On the walk home, did I give it all I had?
But I've been wrong before
Yeah, I've been wrong before
Yeah, I've been wrong before
Yeah, I've been wrong before
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