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Sweet Days
02:11
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The sweet days are slipping by me
They all blend into one,
I’m asleep ’til they’re done
And I start to wonder from the sheets on my bed
Am I alive or dead?
Am I haunting this small apartment?
Do I pass through its walls
While the other side calls
Is there business undone here before I can depart?
How am I supposed to start?
December mornings
They’re caked with snow
The New Years’ coming
But I’ve still got all winter to go
If I make it to spring, will I thaw, but not grow
There’s no way to know
The sad days are floating past me
Until dawn after dawn
The snow’s almost gone
And as the sweet days return to what they used to be
What kind of life will come back to me
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Haunted
03:08
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don’t believe in ghosts until my first haunting the night I turn nineteen
Midnight liquor toasts and throbbing music summon her spirit to the scene
I am slurring words, I can barely stand when I feel the touch of a foreign hand
On the front of my jeans
No one believes you when you’re haunted
No one wonders what you wanted
When the ritual is done but she’s still there
Spirit hanging in the air
As your friends all want to know
How’d she taste and where’d she go
And you try, but you can’t say
She never went away
Then when I’m twenty-two in my girlfriend’s bedroom, lit up by LEDs
With buttons to undo, she calmly guides me, but can’t put my mind at ease
I hear throbbing bass and it’s deja vu, like I’m nineteen and the toasts are through thru,
I choke up and I freeze
She won’t believe me, that I’m haunted
It doesn’t matter what I wanted
When the ritual’s begun and guess who’s there
Spirit hanging in the air
As my girlfriend wants to know
If we should try, or I should go
So we try, but I can’t say
A haunting’s underway
‘Cause if I told her the truth
She wouldn’t care to know that I’d said no
‘Cause when you’re drunk in your youth
That’s how these situations go
The haunting is fleeting, so it’s better than me leaving
I have survived ’til now without knowing how
To survive being haunted
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3. |
Please Don't Leave Me
04:08
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Please don’t leave me
With my heart in your hand
I know I’ll see you again
But where will we stand
Please don’t leave me
I try to draw the night out
‘Cause I feel scared to go to bed
But I see the signs, we’re fading fast
We pour new drinks but they’re our last
I try to revive what’s dead
But the liquor store’s closed and there’s nowhere to go
We’re in small town USA
I could say how I feel, but I’m scared of what you’ll say
Please don’t leave me
With my heart in your hand
If you don’t want to see me again
I’ll understand
But please don’t leave me
While I’m wilting away
If you saw my head from the inside
I’d understand why you wouldn’t stay
Everyone’s in bed now
As I pace the hotel grounds
I am circling the winding routes
With heavy steps, I draw new doubts
In the hollow of the echoing sounds
My brains playing tricks inventing problems to fix
Fake wounds that I know I can’t heal
If I say them out loud then they might become real
Please don’t leave me
I’m desperate for you to stay
If you saw my head from the inside
You’d understand the reason I say
I know you’ll leave me
The second you have the chance
I’m an endless mistake, I leave wreckage in my wake
Your decision has been made in advance
That you know you’ll leave me
As your brake lights start to glow
We can make this easy
Just be gentle while you go
While you leave me
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Sit Back
03:18
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On my flip phone with a shattered screen
I read the options that my dad gets to choose
The prognosis from where he’s being seen
The odds his body wins and the odds it’ll lose
I start wandering ‘round the parking lot
Pushing carts and scraping customers’ rides
My winter gloves were an after-thought
My brittle hands are bleeding like my father’s insides
I play scenarios through, and there’s not much I can do
But sit back, and relax as the world is ending
Sit back, and relax as my world is ending
On my smartphone there’s a viral clip
Shot from the Mediterranean Sea
A capital is leveled in a blip
A mushroom cloud and then it’s dust and debris
I had travel plans for the coming year
To Beirut to see my family’s past
Now I’m grounded here ’til the rubble’s clear
And I’m dusting off my Cross but it can’t prevent the blast
I pray in my grief, and try to shake my disbelief
I sit back, and relax as the world is ending
Sit back, and relax as the world is ending
A surgeon’s hands are mending as they sort through flesh and bone
The nurse’s hands attending as I reach for my phone
It feels like time is bending as I doomscroll through the facts
I sit back and relax as the world is ending
Where’s the time I’m spending as the clock ticks and the world is ending
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