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You
03:03
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Here love, come closer dove,
Let me have, one last look at you.
Somehow, you’re hollow now,
Your chest has swelled,
What have you done with yourself?
I was on my knees, pining for your good, oh, but
You were so bad at keeping your word,
You buried your silver spoon in the dirt.
And I know the part you played in it all,
Now go tell your friends I wasn’t the one you want.
Did I break your heart?
I was at your door, knowing how you’d be
Bridled by the war, you began with me
when I came in peace.
So here’s to you, for doing what you do, and showing me your true colors.
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Monster
04:15
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I was barely breathing as time stopped deceiving me.
What’s this? Loneliness, your heartlessness has grown.
I always thought I was brave.
Bold, uncontrolled and unafraid.
Now come out you monster in me. Leave with your demons and let me be.
I don’t feel the wind, move with it like I should.
I am that fickle one, one some setting sun could burn.
I don’t recall what went wrong.
I’ve got my rose-colored glasses on.
Now come out you monster in me.
Leave with your demons. Leave with your demos, and let me be.
Tell me what must be done to break you from my bones.
Go on now cut me loose, it can’t be true that I’m lost.
I never thought this would come:
A broken beaten heart from lost love.
Now come out you monster in me.
Leave with your demons, leave with your demons, leave with your demons and let me be.
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Catcher
03:27
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I hung from my brass bed frame a catcher for my dreams
To filter out the bad,
the ones that haunt,
the ones where I feel caught.
Still, I wake and feel the loss.
What is it about loss? It’s ironclad grip
On our subconscious, invading our dreams.
Like a fish in a net, or a stray dog on a leash: caught, caught.
Last night I saw an old friend caught on the shore
Of some ambiguous waters: quiet, at a loss for words.
And the only time we meet is in my dreams. Only in my dreams.
If only the catcher would have caught my dreams.
If only the catcher would have caught my dreams,
I would be spared that wretched cursed loss.
I would be spared that wretched cursed loss.
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Lizzie Weber St. Louis, Missouri
Songcrafter. Tendercore. Currently based in St. Louis, MO.
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