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Napathy & Exhaustion
02:16
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sigh
tired of breathing is an every day
if i say im struggling should i just admit defeat today
trying rhymes for troubled times
im in a situation of my own design
alarm repeating just another day
maybe this wont feel like im failing ok
trying rhymes for troubled times
im in a situation of my own design
but i write it out again and again
things are so different now
but i cant i cant change them
things are so different now but i cant i cant change them
things are so different now
but i cant i cant change them
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fled and checked out
zero in the tank
just a shell
i need a drink
on my way to touching bottom again
did you get the message
im floundering
punch this clock out
sick at work again
the clumsy message
that im floundering
bend until i break
taking moments to plan an escape
from the every day to the every day
what a time to be buried alive
bend until i break
taking moments to plan an escape
from the every day to the every day
what a time to be buried alive
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Strength In Numbers
01:35
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why why why why why do we need
to suffer to survive
another year to navigate
what isnt ever clear
devise a way to do better
or feel safe
when im left alone
my minds in tatters in this place
aimless with no home
to speak of
all i want is your voice
but i cant pick up the phone
so im left with this cluttered floor and the broken steps
sitting here on this front porch
of a place that doesn't feel like home
strength in numbers so its said
but where's the strength in number one
does living through this
make you stronger
but two or three times a day
id rather be dead than face the reality of what i live with
its whats been said
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This Bus Is A Pipebomb
01:45
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giving into desperation
claw and scratch out any reason
to wake up or dont
to wake up
i wont
im counting minutes under fluorescent lighting
and wondering how i cant do more
when i cant do anything at all
stuck in idle
stuck and idle
this mess i made
this face that i dont recognize
this mess i made
this face that i dont recognize at all
buried the pages of this notebook when you find me
when you find me
when you find me
turn down the blinds when you find me
when you find me
when you find me
tear out the pages of this notebook when you find me
when you find me
when you find me
turn down the blinds when you find me
when you find me
when you find me
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Just Unsettled
02:21
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i never wanted to
make this a statement
headfirst into oblivion
and i can't shake this
overwhelming urge
to throw it all away
dont come close
im broken
just let the pieces lay
beside you
for one more night
while i fumble in the dark
i wonder if every street in every city feels this still
im all alone
so i curse your name under my breath
shatter my self confidence
this repetitions gotten stale
stuck on loop in search of
better days
that never ever ever ever ever came
who says there gets to be a happy ending
closed eyes and glass eyed stares
im done pretending that we dont deserve more than this
an open ended epilogue to a book that doesn't exist
never sleep
never settle
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End Of The World
02:07
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closing doors on myself
are you sure of your choice
living is just different than just lying there
like splinters in my hands in feet
heavy sigh gave back my keys and shut the door
shut the door
pressure points like needles tracing up my spine
pressure points like needles tracing up my spine
pressure points like needles tracing up my spine
tracing up my spine
tracing up my spine
pick me apart moreso than i already have
pick me apart moreso than i already have
pick me apart moreso than i already have
pick me apart
pick me apart
*spoken word outro*
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Do I Exist
02:33
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am i ghost
just a shadow in the wind
flickering the lights off and on again
can you hear me calling out my crimes
or am i just not worth the time
am i invisible to everybody else
distort this perception of myself
days go from long to short and back
i still dont know how i should react
do i even exist at all
keep waiting to break my own fall
do i even exist at all
am i stagnating or just staring at the wall
spring has faded into my oncoming fall
who knows where ill be the next time
october comes to claim my mind
and then the cycle begins again
downturn this recovery to resurrection
i close my eyes with blinking fists
and im left to wonder what if i dont exist
hood up, eyes down
i walk downtown
mumbling sorry
and apologies to everyone i meet
do i even exist at all
keep waiting to break my own fall
do i even exist at all
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Summertime
02:04
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coming to terms that summers dying
i miss the sun
i miss the shine
new ends for old beginnings
dont feel like im winning now
coming to terms that im not fine
i want it back
i want my time
to enjoy it for a moment
passing and then its gone
but i see the way she looked at me
do i stay here bored or run and leave
i dont know
a whoa oh
i dont know
a whoa oh oh
i see the way she looked at me
do i stay here bored or run and leave
i dont know
a whoa oh
i dont know
a whoa oh oh
coming to terms that summers dead
i need a doctor to fix my brain
i watch these passing moments
i watch a sun thats setting now
its mine the choice
the path i take
do i soak it up or do i take a break
will i regret this probably not
i guess i had to destroy their whole world
their whole world
it makes me wish its not my fault
stuck in a haze of summertime
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Last Friday
02:20
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snarling faces in the rain tonight
don't make excuses why we fight
it's all in the open now
tonight tonight
it wont be ok
its off
its over
and youre left to blame
its all in the open now
but im a thousand miles away
still involved no matter what i say
to pick myself up off this and play again
whoa oh whoa oh
i wont forget
damaged in transit
arrived tonight
dont make excuses why we fight
its all in the open now
tonight tonight
it wont be ok
its off its over
and youre left to blame
its all in the open now
but im a thousand miles away
still involved no matter what i say
to pick myself up off this and play again
whoa oh whoa oh
i wont forget
there's no excuse tonight
its time to sort this out
this has gone on for way too long
ill be left waiting when you're done
the definition of your loss
i watch it smother me
i know
watching it smoulder on the lawn
cursing you from the backseat
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Matty Grace
(She/they)
Writer of Sad Songs
Prolific to a fault
High Trash Media
Tarantula Tapes
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