
Date of issue: 30.06.2014
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
America's Next Model |
I wanted us to be model citizens |
So no one would ask us about our sins |
But there’s an intoxicating thrill |
That comes with entering a home of love |
And finding skeletons in the closet |
And there’s something about community that creates competition |
And something about competition that leaves me feeling uninvited |
And the ones that stain the healthy way and inspire my faith |
Are the same ones who are ready to jump ship |
The second thing turns to fifth and the path I’m on diminishes |
Or the lights on the sides of the road that I walk down fall dim |
And I’m sorry, darling, but you were the worst of them |
I used to feel alone when I thought that nobody loved me in truth But now I |
feel alone when I think about the way that you do |
You told me you didn’t want me to fall asleep with bitterness in my heart |
So I guess I’ll just stay awake |
You said you could tell me and only me, and I wouldn’t fall apart |
But you couldn’t see me stand when I began to break |
And I was told that true character shows when no one’s around |
But I felt like no one wanted me around |
And the sound of the ground being punished by my feet |
And the solitude I find when I put ice on my shaking knees |
Resound in a profound runaround of emotionally-bound conclusions |
I came to I felt like I was going to drown |
And the bitterness you thought I felt |
Was just your own mind confusing bitterness with acceptance |
And fixing our broken home with wasting time |
Because you thought it would begin |
And sometimes I hear the crack on the windowsill |
And I miss the days when it had a picture of you and I |
And I miss the emotions that came with chasing after this thrill |
But mostly I just miss being a part of your life |
And I remember when you stopped saying I love you |
Unless you were just saying I love you too |
And then I remember when even that was too hard for you |
And I remember the day that the blue suitcase on the top shelf of my closet |
disappeared |
And so did the passion you had for me here |
And the fear of knowing you could leave me had vanished |
But so did the reason I ever felt purpose |
And it hurts to know that you said goodbye |
But I just thank God that you’re alive |
And I’m happy that you’re happy |
And my joy comes from knowing you were once mine |
And I’m grateful for that |
And even though there’s so many words I wish I could take back |
I still thank my God every time I remember you |
I still thank my God every time I remember you |
Name | Year |
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Nothing Was the Same | 2015 |
Wooden Floorboards | 2015 |
I Died With You | 2015 |
Alcoholocaust | 2016 |
Run Wild, Young Beauty | 2015 |
Love Life, Let Go | 2015 |
Where We Sleep Is Where We Dream | 2016 |
July (Part One) | 2015 |
August (Part Two) | 2015 |
Nothing Was Different | 2015 |
Broke Love | 2016 |
Constant Conclusions | 2015 |
Ten Steps Forward | 2015 |
I Think You See Where This Is Headed | 2016 |
Lesser | 2016 |
Two Steps Back | 2015 |
Saltwater For Blood | 2016 |
Lose One Friend | 2014 |
Nicole | 2014 |
813 Maryland St. | 2015 |