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Golden (Redone)
03:34
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Bury me in your favorite sun dress
6 feet under and I could care less about
Who's leaving rocks on my head
You don't really know when you're
Home past curfew it's after 11
Mom's asleep, so you go to bed in your
Jeans and your t-shirt I saw you get wet in
When you tripped the sprinklers
You thought to yourself
Well it's funny how things come to pass
My bare feet got cut by the glass that
You had left there for days in succession
Avoiding the problems concealing depression
And translating tragedies into aggression
This movie is sad like the silence it's set in
Tell me what gives you the right to pass judgement
When you have the past that you do
Are you just the perfect that you don't have baggage
Or anything you don't like about you
I don't know you
You are foreign
Tell me your entire origin
Can't find my soul I guess I sold it
My lips are blue my heart is golden
It's golden
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All tied up
And I'm shit out of luck
You dried up
Not that I give a fuck
You're all smiles
When I come get my stuff
Been a long while
Since I died for your love
Your hazy eyes and your hollow smile
Your red stained dress
Black's just not your style
I wish upon a star for you to be a laughing stock
You're made of glass and you're paper thin
One blow too many and you're splintering
I pick up pieces of your soul between your shattered bones
So you can blame it on me
You can blame it on yourself
Blame it on the world if it helps
Just know I'm gonna see you in hell
All tied up
And I'm shit out of luck
You dried up
Not that I give a fuck
You're all smiles
When I come get my stuff
Been a long while
Since I died for your love
All tied up
And I'm shit out of luck
You dried up
Not that I give a fuck
You're all smiles
When I come get my stuff
Been a long while
Since I died for your love
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When I took look outside you were
Sunbathing on the ice
And it was a pretty funny sight
You had no clothes on and snow in your eyes
So I took the long way home
Cause I just needed time alone
But you were blowing up my phone
I just let it ring check the dial tone
I just don't see why you say
We were meant to be
When you know someone somewhere
Deserves the love that which you bring
And it's not me so I'll
Drink like there's no tomorrow
Stare down an empty bottle
Like a shotgun sight between the eyes
Of the modern desperado
I'm sorry that you wasted your time on me
If it makes you feel better I've been
So lost trying to find the missing part of me
In the pockets of your sweater there is
A picture of a girl that I used to know
She was pretty
And pretty good at letting go
Of anything that's weighing her down
I guess ill go home now
See how long it takes to drown
I held my breath for hours
Went days without a shower
Our sweet love left to sour
In a mason jar on the kitchen counter
So I took the long way home
So I won't have to hear you mean
About the things you'll never own
You're not unique, you're just alone
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Left to Dry
02:07
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She sips from the cup
Oh, what a shame
Seems she forgot how to say her own name
Poison's digested through as series of games
Everything's tested but nothing is safe
The thought put to rest by a look on your face
The hope resurrected by an old time and place
Moonlit street signs light the way
Through your heart and mind
Left to dry in the sun like a butterfly
Build a wall around my New York state of mind
Lock the gates so the only way out is to climb
It's all in due time
Everything comes when you finally find
A reason to open your eyes when it's cold
But the light outside
Creeps in the window
And peeks in to prod and pry
All of the things that are weighing you down
Deep underwater
Till you feel yourself drown
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Come down, my friend
Let me talk to you again
I found what you left
In your sweatshirt pocket
Saints fall from grace
It happens everyday
Just keep this pace
I think you'll be okay
Let live, let die
Let it seep it's way inside
I tried but your pride
Found a place to hide between
You and I, I'd say why
But I know the answers too well
It's alright
If you say that I'll be fine then I will
Led me astray
Then you let me decay
I'm watching you fade
I watch you splinter and break
The feeling decays
You're losing your shades
It's all in the way that you say
I'm over it
I'm over everything
Sunken eyes and big plans
Buried bottles in the sand
Die by your hand
Fly to the wind
And they'll never understand
We're just too dulled down to fit in
Your luck ran thin
You sinned on holy land
(Who put those) words in your head
Your face turning red
What was it you said
When we were lying in bed
The cycle won't end
Once I'm sleeping or dead
It's all in the way that you said
I'm over it
I'm over everything
I'm over it
(Come down my friend let me talk to you again)
I'm over everything
(I found what you left in your pocket when you went)
I'm over it
(Saints fall to the ground it's a terrible sound)
I'm over everything
(So tightly wound, you could never come around)
Let live, let die
Let it seep it's way inside
I tried but your pride
Found a place to hide between
You and I, I'd say why
But I know the answers too well
It's alright
Like you said I guess
I'll see you in hell
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Hopeless Romantic New York
Hopeless Romantic is an alternative/post-emo band based out of Long Island, NY. Est. 2018. Check out our new EP "bosco" available through Outcast Tape Infirmary NOW!
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