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Summer Camp 93'
02:46
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im so tired of sleeping, trying to get my head in the right direction,
i feel so numb. and i wont be ashamed of these gaps in my head, tie me to your breath so we wont part. and i cant belong in this place, im a flower without a bee, im a flower without me.
but in the back of my head i think theres a way but the portraits on these walls they think differently, blue skies turn gray and im still ashamed of what happened last summer and what it meant.
(i hope ill belong)
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cant we go back? to the bench across the road from your high school where we first met when you were young but i was younger.
and the cars roar by with their engines exhausted, then you jumped.
cant we go back? to when you still loved me, standing half naked outside in your garden picking flowers for tea. and ill keep on fucking up, ill be depressed about myself over and over again.
but then youll leave, telling me ive got to breath saying these things i know that sometimes this feeling is so hard to define, i guess ill go back to your house*
i, said a particular word choice wont keep me at home tonight.
i, said please stay at home tonight i just wanna be left alone.
what was that thing you said about never concluding.
now im all alone again and i feel so scared.
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Top Bunk
01:56
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wont you take the top bunk tonight?
cus' ive got too much to think about.
and all of these words that i try to say to you get stuck in my throat but ill be there if i can.
the bikes in the basement make me tired and i.
but where are you now?
i feel like a ghost, so fucking alone.
you were the one place that i called home.
the top bunk is so empty, i hope you didnt fall.
but where are you now?
these regrets are killing me slowly, steadily, nervously.
you took me away, telling me you dont care.
facepalm into top bunks like we used to.
bikes left alone, outside your home, made me feel more like a stone than i am. an there i begin again.
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A Daily Dose Of
03:47
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disappointed parents, a daily routine.
i sleep with sharks and pillows stuffed with bars of soap.
my friends have lost their way, in forests with big bad wolves and i dont sleep anymore.
sleep tight, dont let the bed bugs bite.
i promise, youll be safe with me tonight..
i wanna sleep but my body wont let me
i wanna sleep but my body wont let me
i wanna sleep but my body wont let me..
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Book House Oslo, Norway
~Oslo~
Waiting for Jørgen to return from the UK so we can write sad songs and watch Trailer Park Boys together.
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