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Third Acts
03:43
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//Third Acts
I want to meet the person i met the other day
before all this reality got in the way
I always thought she was hidden in your heart
but lately it's been written on your arms
if you don't wanna hear it then don't throw bricks
at other people's glass houses
you're burrowing and you just won't stop
you're sleeping on your stomach cause you don't wanna watch
it fall apart so soon
a thing that felt so new you asked just where i'm at
but if you want to read me come and bend my pages back
some things are said with touch with a hand on your back
it moves to your shoulder for the comfort you lack
you whisper through your golden locks "I'm glad that i found you and i don't wanna stop"
she's a girl from a movie
a girl from song
life's a list of photostrips it's a laundry list of wrong
the story arc
is getting old
the protagonist in the third act down the barrel of chekhov's gun
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Chasing Ghosts
03:20
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//Chasing Ghosts
I met a waitress from the coast
with hair of fire eyes like jade
she was so wrapped up in the moment
laughing at every word i'd say
i met a mob of grad students
a lively, captive audience
they were vivacious, of the sun
oh they were lithe and they were young
and i loved every one of them
for a brief moment inside my muddled head
but i never got to the end
to the place where i wouldn't have to say it again
"I told you so - we're chasing ghosts"
i found the fire in my head
was getting too much oxygen
you thought that we'd be safe and sound
but girl that fire's gaining ground
yea this scorched earth policy
it's where all roads seem to lead
while that waitress from the coast
is left alone and chasing ghosts
you say you're so glad you found me
but you ain't found no one
just a spectre with a lonely liars tongue
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Tilting at Windmills
04:26
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//Tilting at Windmills
It's too late
don't you know it's always been that way?
trying to find something new but i wish you'd stay
and it's no good the kind of thinking that I wish i could
get right out of my brain somehow well i wish you would
it's been hard
to back from the edge
of whatever this has been or wished it had
she's been sleeping in my bed
it's the same old story, with the same old end
and i wish i could wish you well
but tell me
is it freezing
where you're living at
where you are
just tell me
are we tilting at windmills?
to find an enemy to fight
new flame in a flickering light
love is love
it's supposed to be hard
oh i called you from chicago - a bridge too far
cause i went west and she went home
on new years day back east - it was touch and go
and i wish i could wish you well
but tell me
is it freezing
where you're living at
where you are
just tell me
are we tilting at windmills?
to find an enemy to fight
new flame in a dimming light
oh it wouldn't really make a difference
for lovers turned to friends
to acquaintances and back again
cause It's too late
don't you know it's always been that way?
yea i tried to find something new but i really wish you'd stay
and it's no good the kind of thinking that I wish i could
get right out of my brain somehow well i wish you would
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