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to the bone - lyrics

once a year I pull my mattress into the sun every year I greet another headache like it's the first one nowadays I find my feelings torn up for fun I'm far too often staring down your slick little toy of a gun set myself on fire for the people that would watch me burn say I'll never cry, supply the bat, and now they're taking turns look you in the eye, try to explain, but boy you never learn counting back from five I hold my breath and feel my stomach churn tell me that you love me and I'm hanging onto every word tell me your so sorry like it's something that I've never heard guarantee the moon and stars--the promises get so absurd angels watching over me, they tell me I'll just end up hurt once a year I take some scissors straight to my head every year I contemplate shaving it all off instead nowadays I struggle just to get out of bed I'm far too often feeling like you filled me with bullets and lead stuck inside a little town that never wants to see me go yellow lights and drunken fights and skidding through the winters snow say you'll never leave me and I'll sit and stare and watch you go plant your secrets in her head I'm guessing now I'll never know tell me that you love me and I'm hanging onto every word tell me your so sorry like it's something that I've never heard guarantee the moon and stars--the promises get so absurd angels watching over me, they tell me I'll just end up hurt his hands are warm like somebody I know but his fists are tearing pieces from the base of my throat his eyes are like home--they turn me to stone and I'm trying not to work myself down to the bone his lips are warm like somebody I know but his mouth is breathing words hot enough to melt snow his smile's like gold as he tells me to go and I'm trying not to work myself down to the bone something that I've never heard and I'm hanging onto every word

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the things we hide - lyrics

pull me under the surface I don't deserve this I feel everything drag me through your decline pain that's not mine but I know the sting inhale, wrinkled fingers nightmares linger in black spots in my vision exhale, breathing slow now quick to go out taste blood from the collision I know that you're tired, I'm tired too you know I see the lies, I know the truth with fingers tied and locked up rooms the things we hide will be here soon I'm not her but I don't think that you know it I don't think that you know it, I don't think that you care but I can love you the same and I can certainly show it I can certainly show it. I can show you what's there push me to the pavement walls are caving that you built up tall take me for the moment like you own it cause you crave the fall feel you in my nightmares I won't be scared cause it's just a dream make me want to forget how you wanted almost everything I know that you're tired, I'm tired too you know I see the lies, I know the truth with fingers tied and locked up rooms the things we hide will be here soon I'm not her but I don't think that you know it I don't think that you know it, I don't think that you care but I can love you the same and I can certainly show it I can certainly show it. I can show you what's there I'm not her and you always knew it though you dragged me through it never thought you'd do this I'm not her dream me up with a wish drag me 'neath the surface god, I don't deserve this I'm not her thought you wanted me sorry it's just me sorry I'm just me I'm not her

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liar, liar

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minefield - lyrics

i’ve never been too good at this on shooting stars I’d make a wish from sleep to dream to crying fits I learned to keep my candles lit

with guarded breath and summers bloom with smiles practiced just for June I wander ‘round the stolen room for scraps of sunlight gone too soon

this body doesn’t feel like home this heart of mine, this skin and bone and sometimes I just move and roam I want my life to be my own

I wander through the field of mines and step on them to feel sometimes the weapons lay inside my mind preventing me from feeling fine

the splintered bones, the crooked teeth the people I will never meet they call to me when I am weak they beg me “stay awake--don’t sleep”

this body doesn’t feel like home this heart of mine, this skin and bone and sometimes I just move and roam I want my life to be my own

with dirty nails and ashen skin they call to me with vile grins come taste the filthy wicked sin their paper gowns, they’re buried in

this body doesn’t feel like home this heart of mine, this skin and bone and sometimes I just move and roam I want my life to be my own this body doesn’t feel like home this heart of mine, this skin and bone and sometimes I just move and roam I want my life to be my own

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the people I will never meet they call to me when I am weak they beg me “stay awake--don’t sleep”

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tomorrow at midnight--minefield

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plucking dreams from your head to fill your paradise

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Welcome to your past. What is written will not last.

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this body doesn’t feel like home

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go stream my new song + follow me on spotify! :~)

[meetmaybe]

Now on iTunes and Apple Music!

[meetmaybe]

go stream my new song + follow me on spotify! :~)

[meetmaybe]

Welcome to your past. What is written will not last.

Download/Listen on Soundcloud.

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alone will be available for purchase on itunes soon! 🤗

i'll link it when it's available! 💕⭐️

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workin on some demos and feeling content w myself ☁️⭐️

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alone - lyrics

in california she don’t lose no time it’s what she’s getting eastern shore out in the summertime, it’s still not letting her escape all of the pain she brought upon herself when she decided to take up a spot upon his shelf a dirty notebook with an address written just inside he’s got no secrets he swears with girls and poems made to hide she’s sleeping six feet below him; he don’t wanna catch a cold but flash a glimpse of greener grass and baby he’s sold and now she’s sitting in the basement breathing in the fumes they say “don’t worry ‘bout your health just pick a pretty tomb” she’s planting flowers by her grave to make it feel like home she’s spilling secrets through the roots and happily alone happily alone too busy running from her home and tryna stay away although she’s always crawling back, forgets just where she came she counts the keys thrown on the nightstand one for every ghost if she were smart she’d toss them out; keep her lighter close and now she’s sitting in the basement breathing in the fumes they say “don’t worry 'bout your health just pick a pretty tomb” she’s planting flowers by her grave to make it feel like home she’s spilling secrets through the roots and happily alone happily alone she’s setting fire to the pictures pinned above her head she’s burning bridges as she’s crossing–hanging by a thread she’s tossing letters out the window–ones she’s never read she can’t go on burning the memories stuck inside her head she’s setting fire to the pictures pinned above her head she’s burning bridges as she’s crossing–hanging by a thread she’s tossing letters out the window–ones she’s never read she can’t go on burning the memories stuck inside her head stuck inside her head stuck inside her head stuck inside her head stuck inside her head (it’s all inside her head)