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I feel like I've been forging
my own signature every time I sign my name
so I just scribble on the paper
in hopes that no one notices
that despite all my best efforts
and my otherwise decent handwriting
I am in fact not left handed
and half of these letters look like numbers
We didn't talk for a few weeks
I didn't mind
in fact I was happy
the whole damn time
when I saw you I felt a little guilty
the weight of the world on your shoulders
is nothing to be taken lightly
You said the drugs didn't mind
well neither do I
I've been the one using
I've been the one being used
it a'int nothing new
I can't stop picking fights
that I know I can't win
I just feel better when I lose
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Munsoned
03:01
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It was some time ago
I finally realized the fact
I can't move at all forward
until I'm done looking back
I spent so many years
wondering how somebody
even begins to be
something other than a catastrophe
I'm just wondering why
I keep my jaw clinched so tight
at night when I'm asleep I'm afraid
that I'll wake up without any teeth one day
Sometimes I feel like I'm still learning how to talk
but I promise you I'll figure out a way
to get my goddamn point across
I've spent my life dreaming of a place we don't live in
somewhere we don't worry about breathing a word of anything
pertaining to the sea
I just want to see where the water meets the land
but i don't want to be missing
when the devil inside you is calling my name
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Studio Audience
02:49
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I went blind from staring at the ground
I had bored myself and everyone around
could only hear laughter from the studio audience
on the T.V. downstairs
they sit there in their chairs
waiting for their queue to applaud
the actors on stage
but for who
their names, their face, they're fake
but for who
their names, their face, they're fake
I was sleeping on the carpet
when i awoke I sat up to touch
the lines the floor had drawn on my face
I don't remember but I guess last night
I came to this place
and I could not recognize my face
or maybe i just didn't want to
admit I am someone else sometimes
We are not who we are
sometimes
we are not who we are
we each get a name passed down
wether or not you like the sound of it now
it's not who you are
just what they will call you
any preconceived notion of who you could have been
will follow you until the end
Sometimes we are not who
sometimes we are not who
sometimes we are not who we are
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Passing Boxcars
02:14
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Blind as a bat without the echolocation
flying through your cave just trying to escape
and if you could just listen
maybe you would find
not everything in your life
is as hard as you've been making it seem
it's so easy to forget sometimes
all you need is just to find another way to say the words
I don't like me
Now carry me home
now carry me home
maybe I'll be different come tomorrow
after all it will be a whole new day
if it ever even comes
lying in the dirt without a care in the world
hair and fingernail still growing without anybody knowing
how sorry someone so tough could be
and boy, is he sorry now
now carry me home
now carry me home
I'll make a fool of myself
if you'll stick around
don't you tell me how to walk around
I'm too drunk to not fall down
you're too busy
spitting in the wind to care your shirt is getting wet
all us fish are sick again
too much salt water
you've been drinking it again
now all us fish are sea sick
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Dirt Don't Live For Free
04:02
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I love her because she's gone
if she came back I'd probably run
I was only serious if you thought I was
and if not well then I knew all along
I can't say what's brought us here today
but I no longer feel bad about forgetting your name
I just wanted to be here all alone
so I took that knife and cut the life right from your throat
you cannot have your life back so it's best just to forget
that we ever made mistakes like the on in which we met
My life remains like water falling from a cliff
and my body lacks the strength to fight the rocks on the way down
I can't say what's brought us here today
but I no longer feel bad about forgetting your name
I just wanted to be here all alone
so I took that knife and cut the life right from your throat
you cannot have your life back so it's best just to forget
that we ever made mistakes like the on in which we met
rapidly tumbling down mountains
stones are crushing houses and home
sticks and trees are sinking down to city streets
where even the dirt don't live for free
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Dwight Vernon Forcey Denver, Colorado
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