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Where The Heart Is
03:05
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I don't recognize who I see in the mirror staring back at me. Is this what it's like to be alone? This body is no longer my own. And maybe it's because we don't eat at the table as a family. Maybe that's why we're leaving. What's to say about being alone? Take it all and turn a house from a home. Let go, let God. Maybe it's because I don't do anything. Maybe it's because I feel like... I feel like... I feel like nothing is all I'll ever be. I don't even know why I sing. Maybe this is what it's like to be alone. All I gotta do is let it go. Oh please God, please take it away from me. I don't believe in anything.
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Pins and Needles
03:56
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(I just want to see blood. A lot of blood.)
She looked dead when she said "life was so much better shooting heroin," and I can't stand to see the shame and pain on her face, and her arms where the tracks were laid. So tell me, what's it like to live like this? Hustling door-to-door for cigarettes, or you're sucking dick for your next fix, using your body to feed your kids? So show me your scars. I don't care who you've been, or where you are. We've been trying so hard, I've been driving so far and fast to get to you. Do I get to you? Tell me, has it always been like this? You're the dictionary definition of a masochist; complacent with the pain you inflict on yourself, disregard all consequence. So show me your scars. I don't care who you've been, or where you are. We've been trying so hard, I've been driving so far and fast to get to you. Do I get to you? Do you feel used?
(I see more and more blood. And I see sadness in her eyes. And I think 'What am I going to see next? My child, dead, hanging from the ceiling in her bedroom?')
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Tonight, I'll probably choke to death from swallowing pride and the words I could have said. I'll chase with shots of Jameson, and somehow end up spinning alone in my bed. I'm finding the courage to fall asleep, I'll lay real still, maybe then I can finish all my dreams. But Jesus Christ, it's very tiring how I can't play out all the scenes. Because it all turns to static, and I know this sounds melodramatic. But listen up, because I've fucking had it. Yeah, I've fucking had it with every time you open your mouth; line after line of bullshit that you spout. And how it always puts me down. I'll do you a favor of dying young to save myself. I'll spare us the trouble. We just can't trust one another. I'll spare us the trouble. We just can't trust one another. And I'm tired of being loved just as a 'brother'. So I'll spare us the trouble.
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Autumn Arrested Atlantic City, New Jersey
I'm Max. This is the page for my solo thing, Autumn Arrested. All instruments and vocals done by me. I need band members. Other than that, uh, yeah. Enjoy my shit.
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