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Dead Wrong
01:51
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Do you know who I've been? Cause I'd go as far to say that I've lost it again. As a part of myself becomes my only friend and the other half grits at my conscience within with malicious intent until it's gone. And it hurts me to know that I've been someone else for this long. When I thought that I knew and it turns out that I was dead wrong. My body grows weaker the longer i chose to hold on and it didn't take long for me to find out who you really are. You changed me but I wont say I'm proud of it or blame you for all of these thoughts as they turn into writings surrounding the fact that I ever let this one fuck with my head. And I can't help but think you and me were both better off dead than together. The times we spent never made me look forward to what we claimed was forever.
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Give Up
03:02
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My heart, my head and my hands are all engaged in a phase of constant rage. They all crave something different and it's driving me insane. And I try to sort it out but no compromise can change the way I feel when I'm conflicted. All the pain remains the same so I give up. Run my fingers through my hair and pray to something someone's there. And as I lie awake, I start to wonder why I'm ever here. And if it's so that someone's there, watching me from way up where, I start to question everything like would he even fucking care that I still feel this doubt? I pray to god you hear me out, cause I've been walking water like it's impossible to drown so tell me how, the when, the where and the why. Pinpoint the location, the exact place in time that I fucked up. Because I feel so fucking stuck and every time I've tried it's like I've never been enough so I give up. Nothing's worth it. I give up.
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Sidewalk Dreams
02:56
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Waking up to my thoughts swelling up. My body's numb but everything that pains me rests inside my head. My bed is turning, becoming a place for learning. Its purpose contradicts itself cause I barely sleep. I've got no conscience, dead inside a boy that once lived happily but all he sees is all the same. I'm sick, congested, short-tempered with poor connection. Show me how to smile before I stare at the walls again. Mind me. I'm just trying to carry on, so hopeless, while these thoughts of coping leave me broken. Standing back up / Falling down. Making friends with sidewalk dreams. With glances at the cracks in streets, I think I finally start to see that doubting friends and helping fiends is all my life has come to be. I'm sick and tired of everything. Mind me. I'm just trying to carry on, so hopeless, while these thoughts of coping leave me broken. Carry me to my grave and bury me. Of all the possibilities, I'll probably die before I live these sidewalk dreams. I've got no conscience, dead inside a boy that once lived happily but all he sees is all the same. I'm sick, congested, short-tempered with poor connection. Show me how to smile before I stare at the walls again. Mind me. I'm just trying to carry on, so hopeless, while these thoughts of coping leave me broken. Carry me to my grave and bury me. Of all the possibilities, I'll probably die before I live these sidewalk dreams.
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Through & Through
02:56
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The day I left you made it clear you didn't want me back in a sense that I'll still live less than a mile down the road. If only I could find another house to call my home, I'd let you know but I hope I don't. The airplane windows I looked through, I wish it would've went down too and even with your hate, I'm sure I wanted it far more than you. Through and through and I'll admit to all I do, but I don't think being honest ever meant that much to you. It's all a blur. I guess I'll never know for sure. Lying was my second nature, impulse was my third. When I came back I didn't feel the same as when I left in a sense that I could bring myself to care. Well, if I had a shred of decency or some sort of apology, I guess I must have up and left it there. With all the stupid things I do, I wish I could feel sorry too but I don't think I would have changed a thing. Everything was pick and chose and you and I both fucking knew that this whole thing would never stay the same. Things had to change.
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Nameless Face
03:42
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And I can't help but notice that I feel so out of place and since I was a child I've been counting down the days until a sense of change is present or a chance to run away from all the people here and all the years that made me feel this way. But this is home. These streets are unforgiving but these roads are all I've known and all that I recall is silver in this town that some say gold. I've been smoking all my problems just to try and beat the cold and all I do is write these words in lines so I can try to cope with the fact that I'm not growing. I'm just giving up on hope and all my friends think I'm just caught up in this slump that goes to show that I've been wasting all my teenage years on something I don't know will ever happen but it's far too late to turn back on that road and If i leave, I'm never coming home. And if i leave, I promise you I'm never coming home. I'll belong to something someday but for now I'm just a ghost. Dream the days away where I was waiting for some hope. Sleep away the sadness that I've been holding on my own. I've been wasting all my teenage years on something I don't know will ever show, but I'll never know. So for now I'll turn invisible, a heart without a soul. In this town I'm just a nameless face that no one's ever known. And if i leave, I promise you I'm never coming home. I'll belong to something someday but for now I'm just a ghost.
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Homestand Oswego, Illinois
We out here fuckin' around, havin a good time, u know. Life.
Homestand recommends:
Quiet Times
by The Art Of Growing Up
All of his releases are amazing and he's a really cool guy that we all know personally. "Quiet Times" was recorded on an old cassette player and if that's not rad, I don't know what is. Check him out.
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Support this rad dude because he is the only one in the area striving for this kinda powerful and skull crushing electronic sound. Mad respect the the Hernandinator doing his own thing. Check him out.
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