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coconut part ii
01:55
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i think about that night sometimes
the long walks and the streetlights
and i wonder if again i’ll ever feel so alive
i’ve lost a lot of things since then
i know the same is true for you
our faces grew old before we had the chance to
and i hope you haven’t forgotten
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sunshine love bagel
01:44
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we are parallel lines
we run side by side but
we will never meet
separately we grow
and that’s the saddest thing i know
you were the first who knew
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friend?
02:03
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there are kids outside playing ball and laughing
i can hear all the fun they are having
i could keep being bitter, i could shut them out
or i could open the window wider and try to feel good myself
i’m tired and i’m sick and i’m sad
i wanna say it’s better but it’s getting pretty bad
i could ignore everyone, i could curl into myself
or i could stop being proud and admit that i need help
i’m making to-do lists inside my mind
and never allotting myself enough time
i could keep growing angry and steadily overwhelmed
or i could take things step by step and stop being hard on myself
i could try to be my own friend
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will colvin - downhill
02:29
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when you look back on your life and all of your time
did you do something productive or did you waste it like mine?
with too much guitar when you should have been doing homework,
you sang some songs with some friends
you drink a lot, smoke a lot, you get burnt a lot
but these are the days where things waste away
and anything could fall into place
because we’re all rolling downhill, downhill
we’re all rolling downhill, downhill
we’re all rolling downhill, downhill
it’s the mountain that confuses us
we’re all just trying to break the mold
we’re all just trying to never grow old
and i can not believe that every single thing i see
was invented as an idea inside of someone else’s head
because we’re all rolling downhill, downhill
we’re all rolling downhill, downhill
we’re all rolling downhill, downhill
it’s the mountain that confuses us
and every single thing i do in my life is like climbing to the top
and every single time i get there, i realize i’m five or six or seven miles off
and should i just keep walking? should i just keep climbing?
if i try my best and fail miserably, would you still love me?
will i still be your best best buddy?
and if i lose my footing and fall down the trail, will you come after me
or will you already be at the bottom?
because we’re all rolling downhill, downhill
we’re all rolling downhill, downhill
we’re all rolling downhill, downhill
it’s the mountain that confuses us
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i am the mother bear riding the storm in the cave where my cubs were born
trying to give them a better shot at life than the hunter that took both of theirs
and i feel like a failure, failure is my new best friend
i am watching the pictures on the cave walls
reading the stories that are already set in stone
i wish i could change the past but i know that i won’t
so tonight i sleep alone
i am the mother bear riding the storm in the cave where my cubs were born
i’ve been told that the hunter will be proud of them
he’ll bring them inside his home and show them to his friends
he’ll tell stories about them
and maybe he’ll watch them grow
and maybe he’ll watch them grow
i hope he’ll watch them grow and i know that he won’t
i know that i won’t
and maybe he'll watch them grow
and maybe he'll watch them grow
i hope he'll watch them grow and i know that he won't
i know that he won't
i am the mother bear riding the storm in the cave where my cubs were born
i am the mother bear, i am the mother bear
and tonight i sleep alone
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i need more time to think of another goddamn rhyme
to make you smile for the very first time
all we talk about is life, all we think about living it
i need more time to make up my mind
you’re overdue, so say goodbye to your neck tattoo
it’ll be gone all winter, covered up by your favorite sweater
and how are things in ohio?
they’re building jersey from the ground up
i need you in my life
i am less of a mess when you’re by my side
and if i could play the drums, you would love me more than you do now
but i can’t play the drums, so i’ll sit here and just fuck around
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cullan bonilla Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
doesn’t make music
photo by rider doolittle
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