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The Way You Fall Asleep
04:04
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All these places and people they just seem to change, I've been finding it hard to keep up with this pace. And I have been thinking 'bout moving away, but no matter how many times I pack up it just leaves me bearing a weight. And I've been calling your name out for what seems the tenth time in consecutive nights. I guess my subconscious wants to keep you in my life. It's not easy to see it but I know it took a while to tell; I'm not well. Woke up in a diner in Brooklyn, next to a sad and lonely man. I guess I just caught my reflection, don't even know who I am. When the way you fall asleep is through medicine, you kind of forget who you are. Drove me all the way to the airport, I didn't wanna get our the car. You talk a big game in the mirror but it's just a reflection of where you came from. You breathe, sleep, repeat and then struggle to eat. I'm so close to saying "I'm Done". And it's just like before; I'm rubbing my eyes 'til they're raw. My outline carved out on the floor. I'm getting bored. And I guess that's just life: constantly wondering why it's hard to get through the night? It's not alright but I'm getting by.
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A Night Like This
04:21
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I spent half of this year try'na figure out how to get better and the other fifty percent realising: I'm there now. Well I could count on one hand the times you believed, I'd have to move to my toes to count the times that you'd leave me balancing plates in the scenes you create. I walk taller alone, it just took time to fake. I kick up my feet on the cobblestones, straight down a dimly lit street. Quoting Bukowski "Some people never go crazy, what truly horrible lives they must lead." Why would you tarnish my name, and act as if I'm just the same, as every damn boy that has ran through your brain on a night like this? I used to think I couldn't be happy, you came up and showed me how wrong I could be. And I'm used to saying "I'm just not there yet" but now I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I tried finding myself in somebody else but my Dad told me that was naïve. I tried looking for love in the settling dust, what the fuck is wrong with me? It comes on so haunting so needlessly wanting. Left behind just like debris. I've got hate left behind me and scars to remind me just what you did with such ease. And I guess the ironic thing is I've been growing consistently just like the tree we carved our initials in to.
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Restless
03:36
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We sat out in the sun, said you hadn't felt this good in forever. Stopped me falling asleep said this night will always be one for us to remember. Going through all the motions it's making me sick and tired of caring. Wore my heart on my sleeve, tailored to me. All you saw was a tacky tattoo, coloured in deep red, worn out and faded. Not a scratch on what it used to be. Going through all the motions, I can't see. Why'd you do it, just what you're doing to me? When you pursue, never could just let it be. You hold on to the past like your passive-aggressive towards your own memories. But why'd you do it? Can't you see it's making me restless? We sat out in your yard, all these games that you're playing they're making me sick (sick) they mess with my head 'til I'm just not the same. Like I said: "You've only got yourself to blame. I was only ever a phone call away." I woke up by myself, arms wrapped 'round a pillow, lonely in your house. There's a note on the side and it said: "Let yourself out".
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Stanwick Lakes
03:21
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I saw our friendship fade as we counted down the days 'cos something didn't feel right. But your hand clenched mine as we waited out the time, staring at the night sky. We watched the clouds roll past, silver linings made of gas but it was something to believe in. And when I turned my head there's not a word you could of said that would have stopped me from leaving. I said I'm sorry for the way you treated me (you know it's not enough, you know it's not enough). I said I'm sorry but you're still not listening (you know it's not enough, you know it's not enough). And I bet you said it's over now in your head. So come on let me ask you: What's the worst part that I could say to make you hate me? What's the worst thing I could do to make you leave?
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Penelope Tree High Wycombe, UK
Drawing inspiration from common situations, Penelope Tree aim to capture the mature side of Pop-Punk that is both meaningful and relatable. Hailing from Buckinghamshire, the quartet formed in the latter stages of 2015, and since then have worked tirelessly to create songs that en-capture what it really means to be young but getting older. ... more
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