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I promise to change If the wind says it is okay I promise to grow if you are someone I know longer know I promise to laugh If my body allows me I promise to sprint if the sand around me should spin Iāll follow it To the depths Of this Where you stand By the car Waiting for me I promise I cried Or I shook myself as I tried. I promise it hurt Thereās a million scuffs marks on my heartās t-shrit. I promise the lights Are the best way to say goodbye I promise Iāll go Thereās no other thing I currently know Collapsed in snow How our bodies wouldnāt glow Decidedly so Iāll come home To a place I have never Been shown. 3.two dollar weekend 04:15lyrics I hate driving But every mile away from you felt good And I finally started smiling Without waiting for you to tell me that I could California sunshine Is as constant and as toxic as advertised As Iām sliding Through the hills everyone said Iād always climb. And I need to hate you Spout the words from a megaphone outside. But my heartās too infinite And the damn thingās made of twine. I donāt know if we Will be congealed again as friends. Or if we will Speak just once more as the earth Descends. Two bad options For this imaginary weekend Two more dollars You will never spend. Whole days with a dearth of you Are devastatingly great and dim. Iām learning now What I looked like the first time I was a āhim.ā If I knew Who was next in line to hold my hand. Iād stop breathing Do a clumsy little cartwheel in the sand You'll never understand 4.mild change 02:03 I donāt know what the future molds But I know it donāt hold you I donāt know where the people roam But I know they donāt go with you. Not with you. The big coast is full of used up gold And candy-coated truth. Rest my head in oblivion Because the heartās spraypainted blue Crystal blue. Little dances on the kitchen tile Long ago but they look like new. She dipped her hands into mild change But shook as I followed through That wonāt do. We all left something else before Deciding on this tree. The splinters in my knee will heal But your gaze still hurts today It wonāt stay. 5.those sneakers have souls 02:44 Is it harsh if I say Iām glad I didnāt have to stay Iām lucky that I vanished You deserve frozen lakes. Do you really feel pain With another rag for the shame Wiping the spot where your waitress feet Ached and fell down the drain. Itās hard to admit I love the sun When it used to scratch underneath my gums Thereās an end that we both started from It just took us a while to learn how to run. Iām green as I breath But not as I love Sticky notes donāt cover enough. Iām living our dream Those were your words But anything shared is anything that hurts We stood outside of the diner And joked at you working there Now youāre pouring my coffee As I just stare. I stood on those steps while the metal box sang The moon wasnāt cold then but buzzed when it rang I held your coat for 48 months I reread the paragraph Because I had rushed. And was that lifetime with you Scribbled onto your shoes If so those sneakers have souls Aglow in the dining room. 6.bitters on the side 04:10 It doesnāt get easier when you squeeze in one more week Defined you when we met and I canāt edit without a drink Forgetting vocals on the track is sometimes sweet Bitters on the side A dish for you and me. In Santa Monica Iām a stranger and aloof Except in a past life thereās sand lodged in my shoes I really did grow tired every time I pushed snooze The dreams ubiquitous The notebooks lacking news. Thereās no dichotomy my brain canāt gnash apart Like the thousand plus miles between you and my heart Thereās a life somewhere people never start Thereās no reset button But there are spare parts. I slip in deeper everytime youāre on the prowl And new friends donāt need SparkNotes on me now But it seems what Iām still best at Is piecing words most piercing When I know youāll be hearing me out Hear me out. Missing people is odd from this view I donāt want to climb back down cause this tree is brand new This sapling structure is as strong as super glue Industry makes a noise, the sobbing showers stew. Itās permissible that youād be so confused But I canāt reciprocate nebulous love tunes In here, itās crystal clear, and I know all the words So if youāre mumbling you can leave without a word. 7.now i know 02:18 Youāre really good at being mean I just realized this on a repeat viewing Of all the frozen frames where I told myself it was me Blame was a tattoo but only everyone else could see. Emma watched every single bite And couldnāt say a thing till tonight she drew in golden marker in dying brick āweāre all just here because you make us fucking sickā You donāt have it anymore Youāre not allowed another spore Thimbles of dissonance are cognitatively sore You donāt have it anymore No one could tell me I loved you so much That no one would tell me I hate you so much That now I know 8.diverted grins 03:28 Do you ever see me on your way up? Do you ever see me on your way down? Do you ever see me on your days off? Did you ever know a day to frown? Stars on rollerskates are worn out The driverās sleeping on his crime And no one knows where Iāve really been On a catapult through time. People glance at me to inquire Asking questions with ennui Like how is it this kid is trusting Who the fuck made him this way? I want love the way they want stuff Price labels making their wrists weak I want love from every single Chunk of broken asphalt in the street. Iāll make a joke if it will warm me And protect myself with diverted grins Iāll pretend I donāt need anything The edges fraying on my fins Do you ever see me on your way up? Do you ever see me on your way down? Do you ever see me on your days off? Did you ever know a day to frown?