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metro city bus (demo)
04:03
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i think about what life was like before this apathy
when we talked and laughed and laid under my childhood apple tree
where my father tied a rope for me and my dirty tire swing
where our frozen cold connection bloomed into a gentle spring
if these walls could talk they'd tell you of a story sad and blue
of how i wish i could have loved you how you needed me to
but i can't express the bitterness of other's you don't know
yeah, it sure ain't like the movies, i'm just a one man show
and all i have left are blurry pictures of you
locked away inside the photo vault i shouldn't go through
if i showed them to your friends they'd ask if that was even you
cause your face has changed and i'm pretty sure you dyed your hair too
and i'm scared to be alone because i'll think about us
and i'm too scared to run into you on that metro city bus
would i even say hello or would i look the other way
the answers i don't know, but that's a problem for another day
i asked if i could give you back those things you gave to me
like that daniel johnston t-shirt and that taylor swift cd
but you told me to go fuck myself in few too many words
but at least you spoke my name so what you said just couldn't hurt
i haven't spoken to you now in near six months and a day
and as time extends and my pinky bends, i feel something's gotta break
this medication's wearing off, these remedies won't fix
you've completely emptied out this beggar's bag of tricks
and all i have left are blurry pictures of you
locked away inside the photo vault i shouldn't go through
if i showed them to your friends they'd ask if that was even you
cause your face has changed and i'm pretty sure you dyed your hair too
and i'm scared to go to bed because i'll think about us
and i'm too scared to run into you on that metro city bus
would i even say hello or would i look the other way
the answers i don't know, but that's a problem for another day
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downtown montreal (demo)
03:13
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i can't tell if it's a one night stand or if you're feeling something too
i swear this doesn't happen much, can the same be said for you?
i turned my charm on maximum, were you pretending too?
i'd hop a train across the plains to spend my night with you
and i would wait my entire day to see the records on your wall
where we could try to hide our lives from your roommate down the hall
i always keep my volume up so i never miss your call
so i could whisper sing my songs for you in downtown montreal
introduce me to your cat, your qualms, your rock collection, your atom bombs
teach me about hemingway, about room decor, about your feng shui
tell me why the poets died so young and cry for oscar wilde
while we wait in line for that banjo guy with our cups filled up with rye
and i would wait my entire day to see the records on your wall
where we could try to hide our lives from your roommate down the hall
i always keep my volume up so i never miss your call
so i could whisper sing my songs for you in downtown montreal
tell me my worth
is it all or nothing?
don't let me down
are you worth trusting?
but i need to know
will this garden grow?
or will the winter come
and freeze it all away?
and i would wait my entire day to see the records on your wall
where we could try to hide our lives from your roommate down the hall
i always keep my volume up so i never miss your call
so i could whisper sing my songs for you
so i could whisper sing my songs for you
i will whisper sing my songs for you
i will whisper sing my songs for you in downtown montreal
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hey
we haven't talked in days
i hope you're well, i'm okay
i wasn't thinking about you anyways
you called me while i was asleep
but i didn't answer
i heard my phone go off
but i didn't know what to say
when we spoke last
i stormed out your backdoor
you said i was insecure
by god, i think you're right
get me out of the spotlight
take me back to those warm august nights
while my records play at your bedside
swaying in your candlelight
i admit i was selfish
but i can't admit when i'm wrong
so i tell myself every day
i don't need you here anyway
these long roads i travel
with nothing but freedom in sight
yet i hang my head and i cry
and long for your familiar smile
get me out of the spotlight
take me back to those warm august nights
while my records play at your bedside
swaying in your candlelight
get me out of the spotlight
take me back to those warm august nights
while my records play at your bedside
swaying in your candlelight
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pull your feet up off the pavement
let yourself float endlessly through the night
leave behind your daddy's suitcase
on your knees surrendering to the light
in the house that john built all by himself
put your head on my head all by ourselves
free me from these expectations
i just wanna rollerblade when i'm high
free her from this fleshbound prison
let her spread her wings and let her fly
keep your hands off daddy's suitcase
put him in the chair and let him fry
punish me for authenticity
and hang me on the clothesline to dry
in the house that john built all by himself
put your head on my head all by ourselves
in the house that john built all by himself
put your head on my head all by ourselves
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fishing (demo)
03:03
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listening to songs about dying in your twenties
and thinking of all the people i miss
friends and family all come to mind but i
couldn't stop thinking of your straying kiss
what i could have done if not for thinking
that i would live to be ripe and retire
so fuckin fast that i couldn't hear him coming
and that was the time my life flashed before my eyes
everybody talks about fish in the sea
but you were the only catch for me, i know
you'll grow
without me there to fuck it all up
i'm sorry baby i wasn't enough for you
but i knew
feel it
nothing good ever comes from healing
let me stay down here all day defeated and alone
you're gone for good
when the going gets tough, the tough get going
god damn you must have been pretty tough
cuz you left without a worry
did i have a place in you
or was i a placeholder for somebody new?
i'm lost and i never wanna
feel it
nothing good ever comes from healing
let me stay down here all day defeated and alone
you're gone for good
feel it
nothing good ever comes from healing
let me stay down here all day defeated and alone
you're gone for good
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landon morris Nova Scotia
singer/songwriter from nova scotia
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