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Exacerbated
I don't mean to lose all my time
To those evidently clear circumstances
All that come so near
Don't touch me, and dear
To our hearts,
I fall apart again
Through the looking glass I see
What you really want to be
And did you speak his name
And did you catch that train
Of thought back to better frame
Of mind
I tried
Feels like I'm catching up now with myself
Feels like I'm all the way back in that old dusty shelf
For you to pull a personality from your
Conveniently selective memory
I always fall between
The fault lines it seems
Our palm lines run like sand and it's shrinking
and running out of everything
I can't be the only one here, it seems
It's time to move onto something green
And did you speak his name
And did you catch that train
Of thought back to better frame
Of mind
I tried
Broken jaw and I made this for you
Broken up well you think this is through
Well it's not
Your family is caught
Like a rabbit in my head lights
Ripping over 90
125
On the freeway
Tonight
You drive
Nowhere tonight
On the hall your mark
Take me back and forth on the avenues
Between Pol Pot and Holden's truth
You know it better than all that I would come for you
With twisted shoes on your tracks
And broken nails on the hatchet hens
I can't be fucked
Proud to ignore if I'm good enough
Mediocrity is my favorite fluff
And there's no major tom to take me down
But the money brought me back
I don't mean to lose all my time
To those evidently clear circumstances
All that come so near
Don't touch me, and dear
To our hearts,
I fall apart again
Through the looking glass I see
What you really want to be
And did you speak his name
And did you catch that train
Of thought back to better frame
Of mind
I tried
Feels like I'm catching up now with myself
Feels like I'm all the way back in that old dusty shelf
For you to pull a personality from your
Conveniently selective memory
I always fall between
The fault lines it seems
Our palm lines run like sand and it's shrinking
and running out of everything
I can't be the only one here, it seems
It's time to move onto something green
And did you speak his name
And did you catch that train
Of thought back to better frame
Of mind
I tried
Broken jaw and I made this for you
Broken up well you think this is through
Well it's not
Your family is caught
Like a rabbit in my head lights
Ripping over 90
125
On the freeway
Tonight
You drive
Nowhere tonight
On the hall your mark
Take me back and forth on the avenues
Between Pol Pot and Holden's truth
You know it better than all that I would come for you
With twisted shoes on your tracks
And broken nails on the hatchet hens
I can't be fucked
Proud to ignore if I'm good enough
Mediocrity is my favorite fluff
And there's no major tom to take me down
But the money brought me back
Credits
Writer(s): Nick Robles
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