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Chiang Mai
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Change of heart, change of mind change of attitude,
I wish I was spending all of my time with you,
It's a shame I just cant seem to execute,
All I want's to be back in Chiang Mai with you.
Chiang Chiang Mai Mai ooooooo
Fly around the globe, global.
Throwin on a robe, noble.
Takin photos, focal
Sing low and slow, vocal.
I've waiting on you,
Been breaking your rules
Take a moment or two
I'll make it so you won't lose.
Back back backin up
Bank account stack stack stackin up
Taking a break from the media
Dreams: only place I'm seeing ya.
The locals call me crazy, loco
These people cannot faze me, no no
I'm tired of the waiting, slow Mo
Big Chiangs in the basement, promo
I've been missin my crew
Shops fixin my scoot
Pad Thai by the pool
I'm a bad guy I'm a foooool
Back back backin up
Back in debt it's stackin up
Take a break from the media
Dreams: only place I'm seeing ya.
Again I've got the notion, to fly across the ocean,
But I'll miss someone important, the one I loves in Portland.
Age 26, never been kissed,
I don't know much, but I do know this:
I wish I was back in...
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Waiting
03:42
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Your scent's cloaked in Orange fabreze
The self loathing just won't leave
Could you pick up some blue bucks please
I must taste it again before i go overseas
I'm praying that you notice me
I'm staying till you go to sleep.
Is this how its supposed to be?
Copy of a photocopy
I'm sightly scared but so lonely
I'm drowning but oh so slowly.
Around me piles of raked up leaves
Feels like my soul is made of these.
I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting for you
Is Saturday night and I'm partying
Even though I'm sick of the party scene
I got sick on my cardigan
Your parting gift is part of me
I feel like a xylophone
I need to get hit to write a song
I wonder if what feels right is wrong
I want this to last nice and long.
He was crushed by nothing when the nothing caved in
He was left, till the morning, when something saved him.
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Winter
03:01
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Often the least rewarded people are the ones who work the hardest
And Nobody wants to have kids with an unsuccessful artist.
I wish I could tell the difference between passion and idiocy
If i flick the right switches I'll be The last one you'll ever see.
When winter comes I wanna go where the geese go
And when winter comes i wanna meet to people
and when winter comes i wanna show up at your home unannounced
just to tell you how beautiful you are.
The extra money you made, is rotting in some bank account.
The time you couldn't spend with us,
Something you won't get back now.
I know I would probably never be
half the dad that my dad was to me,
Procreation sounds just like a dream,
Until you realize just what it means.
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Wounded
03:54
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Sep 27, 2017 7:52:02 AM.amr
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and i was wounded
by what you did
and i dont know if you would do it
again
but im not gonna risk it
today.
And my only plan is to run
And forget your face and the way the Southeast Asian sun would
attach those freckles to the tops of your cheeks
And the bridge of your nose and even as I speak
I'm reminded of fact
That even if I wanted you back id never get you back.
So I'm running for answers to my list of questions.
So I went running for answers
Until I came home
The least you could have done was to toss me a bone
But I'm sure of myself now and I'm sure of the way that I'm unsure of how I'm supposed to spend my days
And last week they told me I radiate love,
I'm not sure if Im convinced, but I'm convinced enough
Constant contact is gone now. I'm honestly fine,
Figuring out how to let the bitterness die.
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