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Produced by Chance Lewis with Apt
Guitar, static/noise by Ryan Moore

lyrics

I can't breathe, I cant let the words sway
Things on my chest I gotta get off in the worst way
Perpetual thirdie dragging through my thirties
Can't save myself cause I can't find the words, see
I'm rehearsing as some play at time reversing
Confined to lurking I can't even excise the verses
I find diversions while I slide to worthless
But you can't blame a microphone it's blind to its purpose
How is it they can't see that I'm voiceless
This here, hah, this is a toy it's
A parlor trick, all slight of hand and false ego
Why would you listen to me of all people?
A life that's been centered on gusts of peddling trust
With a finger on the wound til the sentiments bust
Yeah, had a couple milestones but never enough
They say I'll find home but I'm bettin on rust
It's settled then huh? Once again it just wasn't enough
Mark the time by the stone that's been swelling in guts
Should set fire to the last twelve pages ripped
And do my best every day to stage a fit
Feelin left behind can we change the pace a bit
Cause I can't seem to keep up with the basic shit
It's amazing this little need they feel to save him
Can't live up to that vision they're arranging
This is the sound of a white flag waving
The sigh of a man losing his patience
Just breathe, make that chest heave
Repeat repeat til death divests the deed
And sorry mom but your little black sheep will never bleach
Guess four out five's our best reach
And I'm sorry dad I swear I tried to make it feel true
When you tell me that your proud of all the things that I do
I'm still scraping, crawling and I beg my way through
I'd give anything to be even one half of you
And I'm sorry friends for all the opportunities wasted
I don't mean to disappoint, I truly find you sacred
Sorry God if all that I amount to is tainted
Feels like ages since you left me here jaded and naked
Why'd you leave me blind, let me see with your vision
You gave me the words but you withheld the conviction
Never felt much worth when they gave me religion
All I wanted was love and not the roles and divisions
They say that's what you are so why can't I perceive
This may be my last prayer while I still believe
So if you're there, lord, please, give me something to ease
Because sometimes I just can't breathe
So if you're there, lord, please, give me something to ease
Because sometimes...sometimes...I just can't breathe
So if you're there, lord, please, give me something to ease
Because sometimes...sometimes...I just can't breathe
So if you're there, lord, please, give me something to ease
Because sometimes...sometimes...I just can't breathe
So if you're there, lord, please, give me something to ease
Because sometimes...sometimes...I just can't breathe

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from (almost), released April 17, 2015

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