1. |
Coat Has Holes
03:48
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I know that my coat has holes, walking down this road I feel the cold, it shivers in my bones
Everything reminds me of her face I can hear voices in the wind, they begin...
Where are you goin don’t you know that your home is that way man
What’s gotten into you
She’s probably losing hope, scratchy throat she screams into her pillow
She won’t let go...
I can see my breath it won’t be long until this winter’s takes us all
I try to stall
Calloused feet on frozen soil, digging my way farther from the one
Thing I’ve ever loved
Where are you goin don’t you know that your home is that way man
What’s gotten into you
She’s probably losing hope, scratchy throat she screams into her pillow
Won’t let go...
I can see the night ahead, just a few more strides and I’ll be back in her arms
In her bed
Shots are fired left and right, I take cover somethin’ isn’t right...
What’s that light
Where are you goin don’t you know that your home is that way man
What’s gotten into you
She’s probably losing hope, scratchy throat she screams into her pillow
She won’t let go...
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2. |
Fistful of Roses
03:49
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I cannot take back the things that I said or did
But I can take comfort in the fact that you can’t win
Focus on your insecurities and what it is
That is eating up your insides, and holding back your breath
What it is your doing now, I just can’t be sure
But I know soon enough, I’ll be standing at your door
With a fist of roses that I picked along the way
And a list memories, telling me not to stay
I can tell your leaving by the way you slammed the door
It’s not like we haven’t been, in this spot before
Watching from the balcony, I see your tail lights shine
Screaming out in the dark about the dreams you’ve left behind
What it is your doing now, I just can’t be sure
But I know soon enough, I’ll be standing at your door
With a fist of roses that I picked along the way
And a list memories, telling me not to stay
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3. |
Mary
03:13
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Mary's all alone, walking the streets
Her mother spends mornings under the sheets
Her daddy left home when she was four,
Her mother never told her she tries to ignore
And I don’t know why but I’m feelin sorry for the
Girl who’s left without a father and she’s
All alone...can’t stop thinking that it’s all her fault
But we both know it’s not
Mary’s father never for meant for this
He was short a few dollars on his gamblin’ debt
It was one too many days overdue
So we brought him out back to give him a talkin’ to
I wouldn't blame her if she cursed my name
And I know my apologies won't fix the shame
Little Mary, even though we’ve never met
I still love you and I won’t get over this
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4. |
Brought This On You
03:28
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If you told me a story about where you’ve been
Would you leave out the bad parts, keep me wondering
About all of the things that I could have done better
But you’re just not impressed with a poor love letter anymore
But I’ll still write one and I’ll make it you
Because even though you’ve left me I know that we’re still not through
And there’s things I need to tell you, lies that I still wish were true
And I’m sorry I’m not sorry because you brought this on you
And if I asked you to tell me about what you’ve done
Would you spit in my face, blame it on the drugs
Because you were never really in control
But we both know better you were always awake
And you just use bad habits to explain your mistakes
But it’s just not true…I can see through you
But I’ll still write one and I’ll make it you
Because even though you’ve left me I know that we’re still not through
And there’s things I need to tell you, lies that I still wish were true
And I’m sorry I’m not sorry because you brought this on you
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Better Without It
02:36
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I’m tired and broken, these words go unspoken for years, but it’s clear
That you’ve moved on and you don’t miss the time that we once spent here
And you’re better without it, won't talk about it to your friends, in the end
I feel worn and used up, there’s nothing in this cup, it’s trash, just like the rest
I’ll leave in a while, while you’re still in style, but now, I recollect
And you’re better without it, won't talk about it to your friends, in the end
And you’ll live on without me, never once doubting your choice, in the end
And what would you say if I asked you to stay for the night, would you cry
Out and tell me your stories about how I’m boring you now, to death
And you’re better without it, won't talk about it to your friends, in the end
And you’ll live on without me, never once doubting your choice, in the end
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