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Treehouse
03:30
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I woke up and stared in awe,
I couldn't believe that you were real.
With your hair in tangles and your eyelids still heavy from the night before.
I watched Pure Beauty awake.
We kissed and it felt like home.
It was more like a treehouse however,
Comforting, but felting falling apart in a windstorm.
Winter was over, but I was still freezing.
Hollow and stuck in a room with the ghost of you.
These subzero temperatures have nothing on this.
I ran from the inevitable to the place with the fondest memories that I have.
I slept on a couch for essentially two weeks.
Until I found the strength to go back home.
Take the memories off all of the walls.
Washed my sheets and emptied my room.
Fill it with endless distractions until it turned into a tomb.
For what once was, and for what will never be again.
I'm sorry for being so selfish.
I'm sorry for being so vain.
I'm sorry that I couldn't see you feelings through.
Myself prolonging all of the pain.
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Above The Grass
04:50
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Cities away and I still hear your name on foreign tongues.
Waiting for a call, I can feel it all. I can't get it off my mind,
And I think back to driving at midnight so I could watch you sleep.
And it hurts to know that I'm the last Hoffman man above the grass.
These seasons change and take things away.
But I've just been so drunk and tired that this month has gotten away from me just like you did.
I still remember the way you say my name and draw me close.
I'm losing sight of arms throughout all of this careless noise.
Oh and I broke that watch you gave me, so now I'm always losing time.
And I feel cold even in the summer light.
And it hurts to know that I'm the last Hoffman man above the grass.
These seasons change and take things away.
But I've just been so drunk and tired that this month has gotten away from me just like you did.
But it's getting so very cold
And the funeral left me feeling so old.
And I wonder where you are now.
I just hope I made you proud.
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Smoke and Perfume
04:51
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Well it takes me a little while to get used to the room,
But until then I'll sit among the smoke and perfume.
And since you left things have been kind of weird,
And everyone's getting used to you not being here.
Now I write you letters, but I don't send them because you're too far away.
Things are never going to change.
Things have always been this way.
And I wonder if I'm ever, Ever in your dreams
Cause it's a regular occurrence for me.
And I don't want to come off sounding cliché
But I write songs about you every day.
Now every December I buy you flowers.
You probably hate who've I become.
And I've always been so bad at saying goodbye,
But it's nice to know I've got an angel by my side.
And I still believe you're so damn pretty.
And that's why God took you so early.
It's just too much.
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33 Beers on New Years
03:47
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I'm sitting with a six pack in a basement with my friends
With the drudge of getting older.
I seem to find every piece of bad luck comes my way.
I need to get over this chicken little kind of life cause I've been crying mother goose's name when I know that nothing's coming.
I'm sitting with a six pack in a basement with my friends
with no regard for the outside world cause we are so alone.
And we've all got a super hero complex thinking we can save the world but we all know we can barely save ourselves.
I'm sick of all the weekday melancholy.
All the bruises and saying sorry.
All I want is a way out.
Somebody once told me "the best part of being on the ground is the only place to go from there is up"
I'm sitting with a six pack in a basement with my friends
with no regard for the outside world cause we are so alone.
And we've all got a super hero complex thinking we can save the world
But we all know we can barely save ourselves.
I'm sitting with a 6 pack in a basement with my friends
With no regard for the outside world cause we are so alone.
And we've all got a superhero complex thinking we an save the world
But I think after a couple beers We might just be fine.
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All I want to be is someones everything,
But I guess I'll just settle for second best.
Because you're an entire garden and I'm just a dandelion.
Growing through the side walk grass.
Nothing ever lasts.
I'm sorry that I had such a thirst for you that I drank your well dry.
I'm sorry that you saw stability in my eyes.
I'm sorry that I cannot love you, because how can I love you when I cannot love myself.
I'm so sick of being so sad.
Because you're an entire garden and I'm just a dandelion.
Growing through the side walk grass.
Nothing ever lasts.
Nothing ever lasts.
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