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you can't be sirius
02:06
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An intersection where our hearts collide, inelastically we will divide.
Spiral off, disperse and collapse in a haze of chaos and confusion.
We’ll burn up just like the stars in the sky, in the lake, in your house, in your bed, capillaries, cell walls, electrons in your head, in the way that you frame all the things that you said to make me feel at home.
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I wish I could go back to cornfields and gasoline, falling asleep to the title screen, forgetting how to breathe. I’ve been thinking alot about this university bubble and how much that I’ve changed, you wouldn't recognize me.
I just feel so fucking sick, the city’s way too big. Stomach acid on the streets, conversations we’ll never keep.
But I think I’d rather be buried in the concrete in the driveway to your parents house, forgetting how to breathe.
Forgetting how to breathe and I’m watching people leave.
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dormitory coffee stains
02:49
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I went to sleep at eight so I’d miss your call and everything you hate I embody it all.
Lack of confidence I still talk too loud. Can't read your texts, contacts falling out.
And I still don't know what you mean when you say you don't know what you are or what you need.
I fell asleep on the stairs after crying at the party wondering why aren't you there.
You said you wish you were there too drinking with my friends at a basement show, some Florida band.
I just want to feel loved right now. Is that so hard to understand
Dormitory coffee stains, poetry on your hand.
There's a glutton in my bones and salt streaks in my head. I'm begging for something good to say when my friends don't come back home.
You're so scared now, terrified you're all alone.
You told your mom last week you're never coming home.
You always leave so soon, you fell asleep on my bed
And if I wake you up right now you'll forget your dreams again.
Again and again and again and again
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letters taped to pens
03:08
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I left you at the party, stumbled my way home.
Cutting through the church near south forest I felt so alone.
I can't watch movies, my body won't relax between blacking out every friday night and waking up to your texts.
I got that letter you wrote. You left it on my door.
You caught me at a real weird time. And I'm not sure anymore this is what I want.
I spent every weekend in your dorm room wishing I was dead under the ground.
It’s built like a fortress, a factory for you and me that manufactures all our feelings in little poems and apologies.
I wanna lay in bed all day, find your hair inside my sheets, subtle reminders do I miss you bad or why I can never sleep.
All I can remember is the taste on my lips, a mixture of your coffee breath and the remnants of my sleep. The fucking lack thereof accumulates thhroughout the week, a congregation in my head keeps shouting why’d you ever leave. Why’d you ever leave
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cadence
02:12
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I fall apart to the cadence of your mouth. A syntax I won’t ever figure out.
The rhythm of your teeth grinding up in your sleep.
Tell me something I need like how to be happy where you are.
Show me the constant in your heart. A sudden relapse, a brief reprieve, now I'm falling asleep in the passenger seat.
When you skate back home I wont see you ever again.
2017 I finally understand you can cover your eyes but sunlight pierces your hand.
Sink into yourself, find a new one again. Dig it out like a thorn embedded in your head.
It's all in your head. Things we shouldn't forget but we still do.
I always think about you.
When you skate back home I wont see you ever again.
I fall apart to the cadence of your mouth.
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beach town
03:24
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I just wanna know how it’s supposed to go when everything falls apart.
You have nothing left to show but the aching in your gut, bottle shards, and broken bones.
You burn up your childhood clothes. Does it make you feel alone?
I saw you there melting in the summer heat.
Your bones so bare I could see past everything you say to me.
Your friends seem nice, fucked up in the best way.
Every single time it's so hard just to say, could you stay a while.
I’ll see you on weekends, I promise that I’ll try again when the fall rolls around. Autumn leaves on the ground outside your apartment, on the sidewalk to my house. I heard that joke that you told, never could figure it out.
I watched you grow up in a beach town. We were just kids then, desperate to be found. And our adolescence we gripped so tightly to the root of our chest. No we can't ever forget, in empty buildings I saw light pour through the holes in the roof, enveloping you. I couldn't see you in the pale light. There’s still footprints on my shoulders from you standing up so tall. When you saw the whole world up there, did it make you wanna fall?
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tiny frames
02:46
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Hey Matt I hope you're doing okay, the time we spent in high school classrooms seems so far away. And everything that we thought that we knew about the construction of our bodies,
tiny frames supporting you, It all goes to shit.
Noah I named the last song after you and the summers spent in Jared's room contemplating what to do. I'm sorry I'm such a fucking dick.
Human lives, intersecting lines never really made sense to me.
Could you call me back.
And when the summer comes I won't be home but I'll be thinking of the times spent on the pier
analyzing lines and where that one kid died.
There's graffiti on the boardwalk they'll paint over eventually.
For now it's a reminder the only permanence inside of me
Is a Friday night alone on the internet wishing all of my insides could find a better home to die.
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infinitely deep lake
04:07
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The hand, it folds and it breaks collapsing just like your shoulder blade, when you broke it in highschool you couldn't drum anymore.
Was it college, your dad, new girlfriend, your job that made it all fall apart.
You were the glue in my head leaking out through my ears as I'm falling asleep on your floor.
So I drove out east playing summer death and stop torturing me.
Hoping for some sort of relief in the form of bloody knees and mountain breeze.
I miss the lake, I miss my friends, I miss the way that it would never end. Screaming in basements full of kids we’re all just desperately convinced that there's something more than all of this. There's something more but we're not there yet.
It's on concrete walls near the train tracks.
It's on Friday nights that we can't get back.
So this winter break, could I see you all again and we'll wait for the new year to disappoint us again.
I know who we are and I know where we'll go, we're contrived in parking lots and trapped in by the snow.
I followed your footprints all the way home just to ask if you were doing okay.
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I spent all of my time at 18 sleeping through everyday and dreaming about you, the faces that we used to make when we're driving down Washington, three stop signs until my house, the summer air fills your lungs, I'll explode when we get out.
You used to want to be a writer, go to school in washington.
But where are you right now, still drowning out by the lake.
You never want to see your parents again.
You come back home for your dog on the weekends and the diner outside your house feels so empty now.
There's nothing left to do but feel sorry for yourself, hole up in your own hell, nothing will ever change.
But there's a lifetime, just you and me, trapped in cigarette stains in the passenger seat.
One day you're 15 and the next day you're 21 but the feeling never goes.
Yeah the feeling, you always feel so low.
This is a call to arms when you're feeling alone.
Expel all extremities, cut flesh to the bone.
And I wonder why I know you so well.
We'll lie in your bed, deliberate in repose
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It's late December, snow has lifted higher than we could ever reach.
Smells like springtime when you're all near and I can't shake the feeling
that I'm wasting away right here.
All my friends are at college and I can't even pick up my feet.
Feels like I'm drowning in everything that I think that I need.
We'll make our way down to the lake, watch our reflections dissipate on the walls of the pier, on the rocks underneath, if I could find you right there it’d be all that I need for now.
Shotgun another beer in the back porch of my childhood home to commemorate the new year, and four more of feeling like shit everyday.
Well we've got our plans, sleeping in late until 3pm.
We’d wake up and leave to those downtown streets we'd skate through every week.
Bury ourselves with the sand on our feet.
We'll make our way down to the lake, watch our reflections dissipate on the walls of the pier, on the rocks underneath, if I could find you right there it’d be all that I need for now.
I heard that you're getting married soon, well I wish you the very best.
Do you ever think about the time that we spent
Was it worth it to you was it worth it back then
Because the same old stories keep running through my head
It's a picture of December with all of our friends
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spectral energy
02:17
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It feels so strange you're a million miles away
Trapped on foreign planets, no escape
In the Milky way, empty space in between
You feel so close when I fall asleep
Does the sun shine out there does the grass grow enough where we can lay on our backs and pretend to be the clouds drifting aimlessly over this college town
You've never felt so free after being tethered to the ground
I'll see you again when you come around
You're a star so bright please don't burn out
There's galaxies, lifetimes we'll never see, before we wisp away like spectral energy
my bones will implode, atoms split in my head
I will sink into heat death and forget what you said
It feels so strange you're a million miles away
Trapped on foreign planets, no escape
The light rays will Pierce through my skull
And fill in the gaps of where ever you laid
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Flight Patterns Ann Arbor, Michigan
Max - Vocals
Alex - guitar
June - guitar
Nik - drums
Jared - bass
Colin - hanging out/ auxiliary/2nd string bass
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