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Enabler
03:05
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Not being able to leave when it's over.
Not being able to get sober.
I'm a dick.
Addicted to the finer things in life.
Like not giving a fuck, talking shit and checking out.
Keep it like a secret.
Keep it like the free drugs that you found.
Hold it close man.
Like the friend you just can't bring around.
I hope you know that all these shitty thoughts.
That you've grown to trust.
Will leave you thin and frayed, so frayed and thin.
Thin like the mask you wear that you can't take off.
Frayed like the tips of your nerves.
Frayed like the end of your hair.
Do people really live like this?
Keep it cool man.
Real fucking cool.
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Capacity
01:51
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I'm learning to accept the capacity to give a fuck about anything.
I built these walls around all the bridges I burnt down.
The rumble in the sky.
And the look in your eye.
Do we deserve this?
I thought I was patient.
I thought I was strong.
The inevitable never felt so long.
Do we ever get better?
Or just keep getting worse?
Do we learn to dissect the disease or just accept it's a curse?
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Disruptor
03:06
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Welcome to the dark side of living.
And all these thoughts you had ignored.
Let's talk about not being able to let go.
Set it on fire.
No one mentioned that the lies that you once told would haunt you for the rest of your days.
And that five years later we'd be dancing on your grave.
You said you'd make this right.
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Thresholds
05:32
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I used to talk about dying.
I guess I never knew what dying really meant.
And what it means to you.
It means no more waiting.
No more bad fucking news.
The needle that threads.
The knife that cuts.
The teeth that clench.
And the choices we made.
I thought I'd write you a letter.
Try my best to better explain all of this.
Yeah, all of fucking "this".
I'd tell you that I love you.
That I've probably just been mis-diagnosed.
But we both know.
That it's not getting better.
Eventually there comes a day.
And we both know.
Times like this, it brings me back.
To the first time that I broke myself off.
When I learned to fall.
When I learned to breathe.
When I learned to deal with what's right in front of me.
But I can't splint this.
I can't cauterize this poison inside.
That's why I salvage.
That's why I try to salvage every fucking thing.
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