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Bend
02:50
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I keep leaning into you
thinking someday that I could make you move
I bent to your whim, though you never asked me to
and when it all broke down
oh god, what a view
So you bent me till I broke
my one hand to hold was hope
that all this give would finally show
what you meant to me
while you never bent to me
Where is the reciprocity
you always said you'd give to me?
I never got what I need, so why do I still believe
in second chances?
I'd give you three, if you'd bend to me
bend to me
bend to me
ooh, ooh, ooh
I keep leaning into you
thinking someday that I could make you move
and I know I never will if you really don't want to
but when you break down
who will you come running to?
Ah
Did it break you this much, too?
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2. |
Residue
02:07
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We both have growing up to do
I thought I would grow up with you
guess you didn't feel the same
I was just your ball and chain
now I'm here lying in the wreckage
and the memory hurts more than your absence
We try to go our separate ways
but your residue remains
Your sweatshirt is the last vestige
my bed is cold, my hands are restless
who keeps the cat, who gets to choose
who was the girl I could never live up to?
We try to go our separate ways
but your residue remains
I'm trying to move past the pain
but it stains
but it stains
but it stains
Ooh, ooh, ooh
We try to go our separate ways
but your residue remains
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3. |
Autumn
03:17
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Your love is a can of whipped cream
pressurized, but oh so sweet
tip it back to me, tip it back, I want it all
you're my midnight treat, until you're gone
Your kiss is the cherry on top
of a Sunday morning to stir my writer's block
bittersweet my love, bittersweet, know what I mean?
If I start to write again, will I be green?
Or will I get old? Or will you give up?
Or will I speak my mind, and it won't be enough?
I'm overthinkin', I'm overdrinkin', and it's a problem
I thought that we were green, but maybe this is autumn
Your love is a tattoo machine
recognized, but only skin deep
I can hear you, I can see, but I can't feel
I've been hurt before, so it's hard to know what's real
Like will I get old? Or will you give up?
Or will I speak my mind, and it won't be enough?
I'm overthinkin', I'm overdrinkin', and it's a problem
I thought that we were green, but maybe this is autumn
Ahh
Don't wanna get old, don't wanna give up
I wanna speak my mind and have that be more than enough
and I've stopped thinkin' that all this drinkin' is solving problems
it might not still be spring but we can get through autumn
I might not still be green, will you love me through autumn?
oh, it might not still be spring, but we can get through Autumn
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