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National Harbor, MD
03:20
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Everything is tight
We're fine right here tonight.
Despite constant panic attacks and uncertainty in our lives.
Kind'a conversation brings a tear to my eye.
Thought I was missing out, but this is living, and you smile.
5 AM, staring at the DC skyline.
Ferris wheel outlined in neon lights.
The first turning over and over again, beginning our lives.
Goose bump waves bring in the last words of our night.
Let me go round again.
Everything is right.
Let me go round again.
Everything is tight.
Everything feels fucked.
We don't have the worst but we'll deal with what we’ve got.
It's a sense of constant failure through constant comparison.
Gotta redefine what it means to be, its a privileged place;
but I'm learning to lean into this thing.
Arcade lights haze the dull roar of your drunken night.
You look at me with earnesty in a smile.
“I hate you", and I quote, it fucked me up.
"What will we say when we die", well I hope...
Let me go round again.
Everything is right.
Let me go round again.
Everything is tight.
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2. |
You're Enough
02:38
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Maybe if I close my eyes I’ll disperse and displace myself through this velvet and low underneath.
Expand gas to the room and feel weightless like I’d like to...
I speak in reactions to others inaction; think all my problems were caused by my own
Silence; problematic with blindness; But now I am speaking.
And you're gonna hear me.
Traced lattice impressed onto your skin; you pull away I do the same when you touch my leg.
Things have been eating me from the inside out;
Can’t help but want to rip away all I have..
From myself and from you.
When I’m let down I don’t know what to do, did I not think this through?
All I could bring myself to say was tight.
I'm sorry for the days when I said nothing.
Don't feel like I can claim this pain.
But I feel I need to speak up, and share honesty.
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Kodachrome
02:48
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You said I don't get it and you're probably right.
And that I'll never get it; I think that that's tight.
Doesn't mean I don't love you, doesn't mean I don't care.
Just means I have to listen more than I did.
And that's tight.
A synthesis of thought, on three hour talks.
You and I don't have to choose the same path to walk.
There’s some notes in my phone for when I’m all alone.
Words of encouragement in voices I hold close.
So everything’s tight.
A moment of validation juxtaposed restless discourse.
You're fine the way you are; you're enough, just do best what you can do best.
So call out, call out the missteps when I talk too loud.
I need to learn when to keep my head down...
Hyper realistic view;
Held to the goal of Kodachrome.
Plated over shame.
I promise I'm listening.
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Maybe we can be more than we are.
Maybe delusions of grandeur aren't delusions at all.
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5. |
Evan Thomas Weiss
03:47
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It smells like water from a hose; it's specific, yeah I know.
One year later wax stained brick let me know we couldn't wash you out.
Do you know you sold out your funeral? Or how many times that you sang along?
Would you think of yourself as a success? Or is it loaded asking you now?
It's always point and place.
Lake Ontario quiet for Tommy and me.
For Laura Lee it's a blue-green lake in Knoxville, TN.
Where you found it I'd like to see.
Take a breathe to a fresh start on how to do this without the doubt.
I'm looking for advice in things I don't think you said to me.
Shared experience we all have; it’s a pit in the stomach we all know too well.
What helped on the hard nights? Is it the belly laugh you taught me?
It's always point and place
Lake Ontario quiet for Tommy and me.
For Laura-Lee it's a blue-green lake in Knoxville, TN.
where you found it I'd like to see.
It's the campfire smell of a Michigan May.
It's the time I stained my hands in a mulberry tree.
It's the physical manifestation of a complex feeling;
Point and place to remind me to breathe.
Self imposed pressure to succeed;
Reminded I'm separate in a diner full of people I love to see.
But I get so worked up in remembering I measure things differently.
I know that shit is tight, but I can't help thinking there's something I'm missing.
Gone before you're 23, I'm measuring success in our twenties.
Gone before you're 23, more here than was, now fleeting.
How do you measure success? When I compare I lose so much.
How can this be positive when I question all this shit..?
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6. |
PFWYWH
02:08
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It feels like i’ve been missing some things.
I cry the moment I hear it cause it felt like talking to an old friend.
And there’s singing angels behind you.
I don’t believe in heaven; i just believe in us.
Prove to me this is possible, voice creates footholds in mountains.
I don’t believe in heaven, I just believe in us.
Prove to me this is possible, maybe this is what we mean by God.
Nothing matters except what you make matter.
Everything’s tight if you just say it is tonight.
Nothing matters except what you do and make
Matter; wish you were here, everything's tight.
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7. |
Non Sibi
03:07
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But everything is tight.
Despite this all this shit were still alive.
Perspective is just not a friend on our side.
Cause I see everything that they're doing;
All the positives and all of their friends.
To be blunt I wish I saw Them struggling like I know I am.
In response I do everything I can;
It don't work out great, but I think that I
Might just go fuckin' crazy if I keep this up like I am.
But everything is tight
Well I'm learning that strength isn't taking other’s problems and making them mine.
Truth is we can't always relate, it's hard to get through my mind.
Sometimes the people you love are the ones you hurt most.
Well you try your best, but you can’t control everything they do,
but when you let them grow they’ll surprise you.
I’ll learn to let go.
You can do anything, but you can't do everything
There's so much peace in quiet.
Sometimes all you can do is listen.
It’s not always about you and me.
And honestly, that's the tightest thing.
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