1. |
Better Things
02:16
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When you fall asleep
I hope you're dreaming
Of Better Things than me
It's the final puzzle piece
That you should just give up on me
And I'll just fuck it up in the end
And if you try to save me
I'll smother you from within
Believe me when i say
I'll be the only thing
That'll ever get in your way
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2. |
Queen Size
04:53
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I take a deep breath in
and ignore the pain in my ribs
I've waited so long
just for this
I never stop thinking about you
of all your little details
I could name you quite a few
From the corner of your smile
to every edge of your profile
Take me away
in your queen size mattress
and lay your dark eyes onto me
and tell me every single way
that you'll ever wanna have me
And I'll do my best
to keep my breathing steady
Unaware of my senses
slowly losing their touch
with reality
This cant be happening
Your tongue tastes like a drug
and its taking
full advantage of me
Tangled up in a selfish haze
giving up was more than
just a phase
Usually I don't really feel
much of anything
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3. |
Empty Greens
03:14
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I hear your breath
lose itself at the touch of me,
and I've always wondered
what goes on behind those
empty greens.
but you'd never tell it to me.
i'm counting stars on a sky
thats pale and white
and fast asleep.
i stopped counting
a long time ago
but im still pretending.
i hope it helps you stay asleep
cause as long
as im in these sheets
i know i won't be getting any.
i've wandered off in my own head
we talk about everything
but nothing is ever said.
and i know
that i'm wasting all your time
but you can't tell
cause its already taken.
a faint few nights
i remember even less
with added time.
your voice seems distant.
and i know
that there's no place colder
than the space between
your flannel sheets and you.
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4. |
Haven't Been Sleeping
03:31
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all i've seen
are oversaturated
segments of nothing.
and i'm afraid that i'll
forget the shape of your face
and the way your smile fades
at the slightest taste
of a darkness you struggle
to control
if i could count the times
i fucked things up just right
you'd listen to me
suck at math for the rest
of the whole night.
i'd do anything just to numb
your pain
id peel off every inch of my skin
just to cover every hole on you
ill never forget the sound
of birds outside
your 3rd floor window
as the sun spilled in
and lit up everything.
but we left the lights on
anyway
and its times like these
where insecurities
are forgot
i never thought id find
the taste of you
of stuck in my mind.
you wash the bad tastes out
while i cover them up with smokes and a bottle of liquor.
i've been blurring lines and telling myself that its all fine.
it won't matter just as long
as i don't remember.
with enough space and time,
someone'll fix
your fractured hairline.
and fill in the space,
with words that don't sound hopeless and mundane.
i've been writing down
every single word
my drunken brain found.
it's still not enough to describe each and every
flawless inch of you.
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5. |
Turn You On
03:57
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i've hid myself in all these empty spaces.
to convince myself that i'm just
one of your phases.
i've been having trouble
staying sober and sleeping.
i'm just trying to stop myself
from dreaming.
what else is there to do
but go home?
i know the truth and it doesn't
matter at all.
and you're just someone
who's basically gone.
wish i could do more than just turn you on.
you're striding naked
across the dirty carpet.
and crossing mounds of clothes to get to your closet.
your hair's a mess,
but its in my whole focus.
i'll count each strand
hoping somehow that
its worth it.
and you run your fingers
across me.
and that look in your eye makes me feel uneasy.
but i can't look the other way,
maybe reluctance
could convince you
to stay.
softly spoken curse words
in the darkness.
and all of me wishes
i wasn't stuck like this.
i'll make everyday feel like
the hardest.
you fill the hole,
where the ghost of my heart is.
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6. |
Septum
05:04
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i haven't been
this drunk in awhile.
try to think of something
clever to catch your eye.
but everything seems to
slip my mind
when i'm too fucked up and
all my thoughts unwind.
weighted down by the feeling
that i'm just gonna stagnate and fall again.
you were there
when this began,
don't pretend like you
didn't feel it again.
i know i come off
a bit too strong.
and all my sentences
last too long.
i know you're right,
it was only a good idea
for just one night.
self prescribing thrills inhaled.
fogging up this night
i failed.
you look at me
and my mind goes fleeting.
you look away,
calmness starts receding.
wait, you know i've still
got more to say.
i'm not sober enough
to gather the phrases,
and too fucking dumb
to navigate the maze
in your head.
wait, you know all i want's
for you to stay.
we can waste more time,
drink the rest of this bottle,
i should've seen it coming
that i'd
hit the bottom that night.
waking up drunk,
falling to the pavement,
searching for something else
so i can blame it,
i know i've got myself into
this one.
i can still taste liquor
on my tongue,
and every time i breathe
i taste the smoke in my lungs.
i wish i still felt your warmth
in my bed,
so i could taste you instead.
i guess i'll just drink you away.
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Mouth Movements Columbus, Ohio
Independent alternative rock band from Columbus, OH.
Walker - vox/guitar
Adam - guitar
Dan - bass
Will - drums
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