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Try not to rush.
There is nothing after us.
Just our worries in disguise,
fueled by overbearing pride.
I feel drunk when Iâm with you.
Thereâs a grace in what we do.
Though I know Iâm in a way,
Iâll get over it someday.
Thereâs a science
to all our anxious sounds,
and a progress
that I just canât figure out.
Donât let me push my weight,
or give into a lust.
I need for you to stay,
or we reunite with dust.
I'm mostly in my head,
being chased by dogs, eyes-red.
Though I know their phantom shapes
there's only so much I can take.
Thereâs a science
to all our anxious sounds,
and a progress
that I just canât figure out.
Donât let me push my weight,
or give into a lust.
I need for you to stay,
or we reunite with dust.
- Album:
- Awake
- Tragic Care
- Residents