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Iâve gotten good at hiding, when I feel like hiding.
My mouth is great at running, when I feel like running.
Now Iâm biting the hairs on my arm like I do
When I donât know where I am or what I should do.
Iâve been blessed with these eyes that come
With innocent questions like where Iâm from.
Holding expectations to give obvious answers and tell no lies.
But I swear thereâs nothing innocent in these eyes,
Because Iâve seen dead friends, and Iâve seen murder,
And Iâve done things I wish I hadnât done.
But thatâs not to say that Iâm not afraid
Of long nights dwelling on past mistakes,
Because with life moving as fast as it does,
Iâll still have stories to fucking tell.
- Álbum:
- Stage Four
- Is Survived By
- Parting The Sea Between Brightness And Me
- ...To The Beat Of A Dead Horse
- Touché Amoré (Demo)
- Stage Four (Deluxe Edition)
- Displacement
- Skyscraper
- Rapture
- Palm Dreams
- Live at W.E.R.S.
- Whatever Nevermind
- …To the Beat of a Dead Horse
- Touché Amoré / Pianos Become the Teeth
- Touché Amoré / Pianos Become the Teeth Split
- Live On BBC 1 Vol. 2
- Gravity, Metaphorically
- Make Do and Mend / Touché Amoré
- Daytrotter Session
- Split