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The Reckoning
05:56
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You're a long time gone like you're staring through a window
And you're stretching your arm towards another bruised ego
And your solo cup courage heightened your memory
You're reaching, I'm recalling when reason escaped me
Oh, it's killing me
A long time gone like your fever from the illness
That abandoned your emotions and left you all helpless
To find a little comfort in the bottom of a bathtub
It's narrow and it's shallow but you bet it was deep enough
Oh, it's killing me
You're a long time gone and I'm bandaging with stickers
I'm searching for some solace in the soles of her slippers
So I don't slip and fall for that same slick something
That caught you up within it and let you go swimming
Oh, it's killing me
I spend my weekends picking up styrofoam from the cemeteries
If I had to guess, I'd reckon it's the reckoning
But I don't have to guess if no one ever asks
And I'm speaking out the mouths of the people from my past anyway
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Peach Pit
03:14
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I'm that peach pit, I sank into your stomach
Infected with poison and its culprit
I'm betting the bite you took out of me
Wasn't worth it, I'll bet my money
I'll get so big, I'll swell and grow and expand
Push my branches into each of your hands
Spread my roots into your head
Buried deep, enveloped, embedded
I'm that peach pit, I sank into your stomach
Infected with poison and its culprit
I'm betting the bite you took out of me
Wasn't worth it, I'll bet my money
I'll grow my fruit right out of your mouth
A southern-fried spitting image of a spoiled pout
So sit back, sit back, sit back
Spit it out and chew on it
I'm that peach pit that sank into your stomach
Bubblin' but I can't be digested
I guess I'll stay here, just for the hell of it
Just for the hell of it
I'm that peach pit, I sank into your stomach
Infected with poison and its culprit
I'm betting the bite you took out of me
Wasn't worth it, where's my money?
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I Don't Want It Back
04:02
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I hope it gathers dust in your closet
Hope you like it lots, but don't love it
I hope it brings you back to when we were kids
And we couldn't cut open our friends
I hope it gathers dust in your closet
I hope it made sense once but you lost it
I hope you had the words in your head
But your train of thought went spinning again
I hope it gathers dust in your closet
I hope you withered slow and you drug it out
I hope it brings you back to that moment
When your liquored lips drew that smoke in
You buried our hearth and our home
Behind the coat racks and the catacombs
And you, wasted, wasted hours of it
Yours, mine, and ours and you buried me alone
I hope it gathers dust in your closet
hope your life is not what you wanted
I hope you figured out where your mind is
And the matter of time that keeps ticking
I hope it gathers dust in your closet
I hope it's pretty mounted and broken
I hope your vis a vis triggered something
And you left some crumbs for the taking
I hope it gathers dust in your closet
I hope you made your mind up to toss it out
I hope it gets stuck to the shelf you put in
And seeing it again left you aching
You buried our hearth and our home
Behind the coat racks and the catacombs
And you, wasted, wasted hours of it
Yours, mine, and ours and you buried me alone
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Heavy Hitter
05:32
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Please don't kill me, I'm just crossing the road
I even waited for the sign to tell me to go
But you don't stop
even though a shade of carmine red tells you to, you never do
You heavy heavy hitter, you
I saw your face outside a supermarket window
It was staring wearily at a shopping cart in limbo
So you went up
To return it to the lonely bay, and you are more disappointed in everything everyday
I'm sorry for your suffering
Sorry people are how they are
But you're tense and it's spreading
And I can't keep wasting my time
The world is ending won't you cover your eyes
I said "what's the point if we're just all gonna die"
I'll keep an ocular appointment to open up wide
And watch the earth crumble down like you've already done on the inside
Please don't kill me, I'm just crossing the road
I even waited for the sign to tell me to go
But you don't stop
even though a shade of carmine red tells you to, you never do
You heavy heavy hitter, you
I called last night to check and see how you were doing
You ranted on about how you're always lost or losing
So I hung up
I can only take so damn much, man
Your cynicism's contagious
I'm sorry for your suffering
I wish that I knew how
To keep you from worrying
Or wipe some sweat from your brow
The world is ending won't you cover your eyes
I said "what's the point if we're just all gonna die"
I'll keep an ocular appointment to open up wide
And watch the earth crumble down like you've already done on the inside
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Sink
04:32
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Underwater but I'm high functioning
I can sink, I can sink, I can sink, sink all I want
I'm living in the middle of the sea
Been alone for a while now
Used to have a couple people around
But they sink, but they sink, but they sank, they sank too deep
But i'm used to the middle of the sea
I've learned to breathe when I'm underwater
I've learned to sin against my father
The horizon's off a little bit farther
I've learned to breathe when I'm underwater
I can sink, I can sink if I want.
Tide's rising but I know I won't drown
It got loud for a minute, but it's quieting down
And I sink, and I sink, and I sink, and it's where I'll be
I've made a home in the middle of the sea
I've learned to breathe when I'm underwater
I've learned to sin against my father
The horizon's off a little bit farther
I've learned to breathe when I'm underwater
I can sink, I can sink if I want
But i'm used to the middle of the sea
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Liv Elliott from Denver, Colorado
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