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Frost

Raging between immaturity and responsibility. Growth has stunted me.

With every year, one thing seems so absurd;
Trying to be adults in a childish world.
We're so damn tired, and we're so damn sick
To give up innocence so fucking quick.

My years are catching up on me,
My sickness scars for all to see.
We'll never have that freedom back
Stop rushing forward, just make up for lost time.

Well it just takes one fucking day
To remember what you were never gonna give in to.
And now you're living in such shame
But it's never too late to be who you could have been.

Don't Judge Me By My Lack Of Talent

I can't get into politics
And I don't do philosopy.
I talk so much fucking shit.
Am I happy being me?

Creativity has run dry
I'm stuck in constant clichés
My ideas are fucking lame.
Even my best friend agrees.

I can't sing and I can't dance
But if you give me a single chance,
I can listen, and I can smile.
I can be a friend and I will defend
You. Open up your hand
And I will shake it with fucking style.

At least I've got the pillows to myself.

The memory collapses me, with the betrayal of your head on my shoulder.
And reminds me of the irony that I didn't want you first.
As you take your first steps towards a life without me
I fall back into a chair and ask 'How could I let this happen?'.
And now I stay up late writing songs I hate, because

I never find the words. They're only a short trip away
but that wasn't short enough for you.
You don't know how much it hurt, stumbling through what I had to say
to be silenced by a shake of your head.

So once again I'm in an empty bed.

Bits and pieces that aren't really going anywhere/I repeat myself a lot.

I've spent nights trying to come up with the perfect metaphor
For what you are to me.

I could have said you're like the sunlight burning my eyes when I wake up
But the sun will always give me energy
And you keep making me weak.

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The city gets smaller every day. I can't look anywhere new for an old face.
Sometimes escape seems the only option, I'll collapse under the weight
of my hometown resting on my shoulders.

It's the people, and not the place
that make my streets glitter and I'll embrace
the ones who shine the brightest on dark days.

But for now I need to get out. I've seen too much of this town.
I'd drop it all in a second if it meant I could walk above the clouds

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It's the same bed on new floorboards, and old feelings in a new city.
I lay awake at night and sleep during the day.
I'm the same distance from a new face, and once again it's too far.
The same songs have new meanings.

Dublin will never leave my head.
The wheels can part the runway
But my mind is not onboard.

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What is it about me that I let myself get so down?
A different city, a different girl,
All the same reasons to feel left out.
I don't want to sit here typing this
I don't want to stare at pictures of you

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I won't do anything.
I can't dance, I can't sing.
I won't do anything,
because it's not the same without you.

I can't smile as wide,
Unless you're at my side.
Fuck knows that I have tried.
I hate not being with you.

It's the people, and not the place.

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I can't fucking look at you anymore because you pierce my fucking chest. I feel awful that three months of casual encounters hurt me more than two years of love.

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It's obvious most of these are about a girl. I'll probably end up using elements of them all and making just one song. A couple are about missing home and my isolation over in London. Lyrics are hard when you only have one fucking thing to write about.

Distance

Forget the distance;
I can't keep obsessing with every pretty face I'll never see again.
I need you to need me.

You're a liar if you say the time we've spent means nothing.
I've never felt excitement explode in my chest before you.
Please tell me that to you I mean something.

It's your eyes, your lips, your chest, your hips.
It's everything single thing you say.
The things you keep, your sound in sleep.
You're with me every single day.

My ribcage is now the only thing suffering from my heart beat pounding.
I'm happier than I had planned to be.
The turn of events is sleeping right beside me.

Dry Lips And Broken Ribs

Why should I try again?
One wound heals and another's opened
with a fresh pain.
It's starting to look like I'll never know how it feels
To be content or decided
To have something real.

In all my years my luck has never changed.
The coin has always landed tails.
Even times when it's what I want to hear
For some stupid reason I close my ears.

What did I do?
I don't want the last time I saw you
To be the last time I see you.
Your silence hurts more than words ever could.
Please talk to me.

I watched you walk away and turn the corner
After you left a kiss on my cheek.
My chest has been sore ever since.
You've left me breathless and weak.