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being alone is hard
03:17
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pages torn in sequence
dressed in hand-me-downs
I threw you in the deep end
you barely made a sound
quiet winter seeps in
your signal’s dropping out
a fragile room to sleep in
it’s time we leave this town
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scared
anxiety through my head
it’s safer in my bed
are you, the one, who said
don’t talk about it, anymore?
pretend
that this is not the end
the silence is your friend
you feel, the earth, cave in
your lungs, collapse & you are dead
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timeless, I’m waiting, it’s long overdue
in an overgrown landscape with nothing to do
blinded by fear but you have to push through
says my girlfriend who loves me, god knows I love you
through rose tinted glasses I think this is real
I never will falter my end of the deal
naive as a child, I will never forgive
I only now know what it feels like to live
spent my life running but not on the team
anxiety driven since I was fifteen
parties sedate me & crowds get the best of me
would you still hate me if you knew my chemistry
don’t blame your parents, I don’t think they knew
all of your friends have their own problems too
don’t idolise artists who make you feel sad
don’t normalise people who make you feel bad
I promise I’m fine please don’t worry at all
I’m too tall to drown & I know how to fall
find comfort in music & don’t leave your bed
appreciate silence & rain overhead
to be self-reflective is not self-destructive
to stress about stress will not keep me productive
sharing my feelings will not make me better
writing & singing will not change the weather
I know it’s not healthy to live life in fear
but you never told me you wouldn’t be here
learn to be lonely but never romanticise
verbalise, compromise, always apologise
let go of heartbreak & learn to forgive
anaemic & screaming is no way to live
I write you in pencil but feel you in ink
nothing can alter the way that you think - & I’m
my brothers don’t know me but it’s not their fault
through paper thin walls we will all live in salt
my sister I miss her but she’s not to blame
I’ll love her forever through photos in frames
my home is a duplex I had to endure
a metaphor lost on the tenants I’m sure
been running so long I forgot how to walk
fill me with guilt but I don’t want to talk
been skating for years, but still I can’t ollie
been trying for years, but still melancholy
been running from fears, but still they control me
been wanting you here, when I feel lonely
if you’re so clever why are you alone
nostalgia is there but the feeling is gone
if you move mountains then where do they go
we’re travelling through smog & we’re moving so slow
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reap, every word you sow
deep, in the afterglow
sleep, turn the lights down low
sleep, & let me go
/let me go/
bruised, it’s a violent show
confused, & way too slow
still, we refuse to grow
still, can’t let you go
/let you go/
diseased, & it’s time you know
naive, as we dance below
please, it’s the least you owe
please, don’t let me go
/don’t let go/
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i'm dying
04:03
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slowly breathe me in
watch me wash away
I’ll race you to the end
‘cause I’m afraid to stay
seldom hear me yell
I guess I got my way
I hope you’re doing well
my bedroom walls decay
depression overhead
twenty three today
ask me how I am
no idea I’ll say
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sleep alone
02:08
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friend I know
end the show
pack your bags
and go
chemicals
and carousels
are spinning out
of control
emotional
unsociable
disposable
I suppose
it’s bittersweet
the window seat
just let me sleep
alone
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slowsmog Melbourne, Australia
Melbourne based lo-fi bedroom musician in the sense that everything sounds awful and I record it in my bedroom.
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dance soft, listen to the music
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