
Date of issue: 07.04.2016
Song language: English
Not Again |
All the little faces that make up the sky |
Will fall and replace us when we die |
Take it from me, I am alive |
Or if not, at least this feels right, to be tied |
Coffee-sick and spacing, my car drives itself |
Down Central, up Harlem, aimless like I’m everywhere |
I always took care of how I felt |
Or at least tried to listen well for the bell |
The time we’ve taken has been |
Every second, a little bit more restless |
The sounds have always been right there |
To help me hear myself again |
(it's you, all you) |
Back then, my teenage energy |
Would take a thousand shapes |
I would wrestle with my wanting |
Then laugh it off and fill another page |
But, now it’s not back then |
And my face has hardly changed |
I would let it happen back then |
Just gotta do it the same way |
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Figure | 2018 |
After School | 2018 |
Light Pollution | 2016 |
Look To | 2020 |
My Hands Grow | 2020 |
A Vision | 2020 |
Our Mortician's Daughter | 2015 |
Peter the Wild Boy | 2017 |
Bugs! | 2015 |
Pivotal Dates | 2015 |
And | 2015 |
Anj | 2020 |
Victorian Slumhouse | 2020 |
Molly | 2017 |
Elvis is in the Freezer | 2017 |
Crying About the Planets | 2017 |
Wandered | 2017 |
Westside | 2017 |
Control | 2017 |