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Skin Deep (10gs)
04:50
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Do you remember who we were
before they told us what to be
i feel these golden cracks in me
it’s all a part of growing older, ill lend you my shoulder
and my sweater when its colder
its all just skin deep.
and the sky plastered bright blue
i saw this crisp green light in you.
your veins painted the scenery.
and the bluejays are so descret.
i dont read kerouac anymore
but if i did, id be reading it with you for sure.
wah oh, its all just skin deep
wah oh, bon fires, drunk nights at the beach
its all just skin deep
its the sex and cold coffee
after bright eyes and the backseat
laced in poetry, high of 10gs. its all just skin deep.
when our tans peel from the rain
when the drugs screw with our brain
when we cant recall our names
i will still love you the same.
its the moments in between, carved in maps we cant yet read.
and its always you and me.
its always just skin deep.
so what when the sand tickles our feet
and the wine imprints our teeth
and the grass steins our knees
and the cigs etch in our lungs
and we break some empty bottles of rum
i wont forget where we’re from
oh its me and you, stuck in the 01742s.
its always you and me.
and its only skin deep.
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2. |
Dawn
02:25
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He said to make something beautiful.
Something more than our lives
something bigger than this world.
The moments in between the lines.
He said just hold my hand now.
When the leafs start to fall
When the pictures don't make sense anymore
and we stare into the walls.
When the earth quakes down
When our brains start to pound
When our bloodstreams mix with faulty trust and words
I'll make sure I'm around to take you home
By dawn I'll take you home,
By dawn I'll take you home by dawn I'll,
take you home. I'll take you home
He said let's make it about us now.
Let us retrace our minds.
Let's play it like a movie
Except there's no rewinds.
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3. |
My Apology
02:10
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Ooo, ooo, ooo
ooo, ooo, ooo
Dark grey skies
and city lights
we paint our sins on cavas in our veins.
Bloodstreams mix with chemical imbalance
and coffee and cigarettes and crowded footsteps
and you always knew best
so here's my apology.
And I, I'm not afraid of falling for you
and I, I'm such a fool for making an effort
to excuse the bruises and it's so confusing
so ignore the blue skies and walk into my life
and stare into my eyes
and get lost twilight
so heal all the bruises
everyone loses eventually.
ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo....
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4. |
Freckles
04:42
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i geuss thats what happens with you care about someone more than they care about you
i miss the freckles on your face
and us staying out too late on a weekday.
i miss the colors of your hair,
getting lost in your stare, barely breathing.
i miss the sound of your voice,
you telling me its my choice
what movie we watch when we’re wasted.
i still smell the scent of your skin in the memories of the beginning of the winter.
and i miss the rush of those nights, i swear im gonna stay high forever
just to be with you i swear id lend my lungs-- its true
just to feel your heartbeat again
i miss the rocks we had to climb when we got really high in the summer.
i miss the feel of your embrace when you said you couldnt stay, you kept moving.
i miss the way we talked about our future, i miss september and the chemicals in our head fucked it up once again.
and the talks we had at 2am, and all our high school friends who i still associate with just to see if youre out there alright, i do think of you often at night what would i do to have u back in my life
u said
it’s never anyones fault you took the blame
i took the fall for you, for you id lend my lungs its true.
the cigarettes. your touch in silloettes.
i still taste your name on my lips.
and i swear to you id lend you my lungs, just to feel the beat of your heart again.
and those august weekends.
i miss those fucked up auburn skies
what would i do to have you back in my life.
its the anxiety and extremities mixed with teenage lust either just attraction or pure conneciton it fucks u up.
so ill walk drunk all alone back to the place we once called home
and the photographs are still framed by my bed, your every last thought in my head
its sick i know but hear me out, youre all i ever think about.
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5. |
My Almost Relationship
02:18
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i dont wanna tell you im into you
cause every single time i write the truth
i end up smiling when im singing in the shower.
boy u know u feel it to
you know im really int oyou
but i cant face these feelings.
oo, dont give me that, oo
we’re running right back
to september 10th, 2013
you told me you loved me
and it broke my heart to see
you falling so hard.
sepember 10th 2013
we were just 15
and we were so dumb.
and i said to you, i dont do love.
now its 2016 and we’re standing in a room with free
alcohol and so much weed, and high school friends we never wanted to see.
and im still so awkward around these kids, dont wanna seem like im stalking them
but i really need to use them to, tell u im sorry
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6. |
Rounds
03:29
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7. |
01742
02:04
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im not her, im quite sure
qhether its the acne or lack of confidence or just being awkward.
im anxious, im depressed
with boys i get obsessed.
i remote to watching dumb tv shows i wish my life was a fucking tv show
cus then youd end yp taking my hand and finding a new road
out of this town and away from Concord, I need to leave Concord
you’re that boy and im some girl
who never left the kids we were
and now we’re smoking in a school parking lot
with high school friends listening to bands i forgot about
and i smell strongly of cigarettes and the stench of weed
pand its patrially true, me and you.
its time to get the hell outta the 01742’s.
im so shy, im creepy
i get weird around the
subject of loving you. its obviously partially true
and im not a size 2 im worth nothing compared to you
but i think we’d be pretty cute besides not being your type of beautiful.
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8. |
North Shore
02:22
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9. |
COFFEE TABLE
02:28
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You left your cigs out on the coffee table
To love again I’ll never be
Able
To
You left your cigs out on the coffee table
For some one much more confident and emotionally stable
So this is
Me not writing bout you anymore
No more emo bridges with the same four fucking chords
Only when you left your cigs out on that coffee table
You also left me with a long ass Comcast cable bill
And a shitty ass credit score
Stop searching my shit when you’re bored
I know this is the part you’ve been waiting for
In the song
Sing along
It’s been years
You’re stuck on
My first EP
Not sorry
Please stop texting my mom
You left your cigs out on that coffee table
I poured some gas
In the ashtray of all you’ve enabled
To live on
It was wrong
For me to to live under that label
Sing along
To this song
Before your coffee table’s
Gone
So this is
Me not writing bout you anymore
No more emo bridges with the same four fucking chords
Only when you left your cigs out on that coffee table
You also left me with a long ass Comcast cable bill
And a shitty ass credit score
Stop texting my mom
And instead sing along
Stop texting my mom
Before your coffee tables gone
Stop texting my mom
And instead sing along
Stop texting my mom
Before your coffee tables gone
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Biracial-Black artist from Boston MA. Music focuses on feminism, healing, mental health and the impact of rape culture, and its intention is to raise awareness, influence recovery and help manage emotional healing.
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