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Model Failures

by Fires in Japan

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Intro 01:15
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Anchors 02:07
Hold me upside down let the winds calm and if you're quiet for once you can hear the sound of the blood rushing to my head once I'm right side up let me know that I was worth the comparison between me and the mirror and if your vanity had arms it could hold you warm you more than me I'm too young to be miserable I'm too old to be happy when the "if's" become an ocean wave then I'll seriously think about that day dodge the currents of you and me and, like the Fitzgerald, get swept away
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Misery knocks on my door but I can't help but answer we spoke of fires and deserts and her parrot that swore in spanish I don't remember too much after that but the feeling of despair I gave up my ribs to expose all that I really had left Chapter 11 my emotions Bankrupt from all that I gave away You can take this change from my pockets this weight on my shoulders It doesn't mean a thing to me Took so much inventory on absolutely no regret Did I throw away my disposition or just simply forget? I wish love was a smoke ring It'd be the only thing I could give I'd snap my fingers give you this heart Fall in love all over again
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Bid the concrete good morning At least for once you're tired of lying To yourself, you're not that sad Just keep repeating this ain't all that bad Haven't had a bite all day The hunger cries and I swear that I'm okay Glad I feel this way right now Knew this would bite me back somehow But at least it's safe to say I'd rather be here today Than back in the vacancies of my head Tripping over crumpled memories 'cross your floor That sad look you had at my front door I tried to drink it away again last night Sleep through life like an intercontinental flight Looking out but you don't look in All my issues? Where do I begin? Oh, sweet lady, do you know that empty space The one that never had an exacted place? Well I found mine but I never could quite fit All the dive bars, dialogues, and other stupid shit I gasp for identity and life When it comes to "sink or swim", sometimes, I feel I'd rather die
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Wake up in the morning to nothing Not a dime, not a place to go but All these places, nameless faces, empty bottles Empty restless arms holding empty picture frames That once held your words Lost in the blackouts Here's another shot of hopelessness Keep 'em coming; I'm waiting for someone Coincide broken thoughts to happiness To hope these modern failures will eventually subside Restless eyes are floating to the door Let's pretend we never met before I'll sing you your favorite songs And all you have to do is smile But you're not walking through that door again Just feign my content with whiskey and gin Repeat performance Steady hands on spirits high
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Play It, Sam 03:45
Compiled two scored years from my bedroom wall In a mason jar you bought me last october The fireflies you gave me all withered and died Underneath the weight of you and I It's so like our time to just wither and drift away Dug for consciousness Only to find I haven't even scratched the earth Once I get there I will finally bury All the worst Dreams And hopes That we once had Scratching the words lost on its way to my arms Into the counter tops of every bar Want to cut my fingers off before it disbands Next would be my hands, dotted at the wrist I'd cut them off if it meant to never feel you again Scratching the words lost on its way to my arms Hear your voice like a silent alarm Lay my head in the places it belongs On the counter tops of every bar Wish I had a lot more to say It's so like our time to just wither and drift away
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It’s another lovely walk alone on this cold November night Maybe I’ll make it past Tuesday without an accomplishment Just count the headlights of cars I’ll never see again And count the heads of people that I don’t know Lying asleep in alleyways I count them out, one, two, and I’ll be sitting in the back With a smile on my face and no one will know why I pull the pin, three, four, and duck for cover Because I know that sound will leave you six feet under I kick broken concrete across this piece of shit town Leaving it somewhere else as my message in a bottle “Will someone save the corpsicles while you stir in your sleep Knowing this is what you’ve done; this is what you’re paying for” You count it out (one, two), and I’ll be sitting in the back With my hat over my eyes like I didn’t see a thing You drop the bombs (three, four) and try to take the shrapnel But I can’t guarantee you, because I can only take so much I hear the roaring of cars beneath my tired feet Grab the chain link fence just to keep them to the ground “My dear, you look so tired, and I think our time is spent Just grab my hand, I’ll take you home, we’ll just avoid the borders” You count it out (one, two), keep the thoughts in the back Of my mind because I know no one will understand I’m falling out (three, four), and feel myself fading Into the gravel and the tar beneath my feet I feel bad for writing this now I feel bad for not knowing how To kick this sense of helplessness When everyone else is such a mess I’m bitching about what I don’t know I’ll piss a note out into the snow And no one will know if they’re “Ls” or “Is” I think we’re all just desensitized Of the effects of what we do or say So I stopped thinking And started writing
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released October 25, 2012

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