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Hometown Hero
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I can’t remember
Think it’s a condition
Burning memories
With a blunt precision
Trying to hold onto
Any sort of remnant
Waking up from dreaming
Holding resentment
I don’t know where life starts
And the fictional ends
Donuts in the parking lot
I think I need to make new friends
Cause everyone reminds me of you
Moved into the neighborhood
But I didn’t know it
Saw you in the driveway
Scared but didn’t show it
You’re totally different
Over the phone I’m
Putting you together
Two faces I don’t know
I can’t tell where we start
And the history ends
I've been trying to move on
Get confused on when you wanna play pretend
Everyone reminds me of you
Or the you I thought i knew
I mean I'm pretty good at making it up
I'm pretty good
Pretty good at making the whole thing up
The more I think about it - nothing’s adding up
But I'm pretty good at making the whole thing
I don’t know where life starts and the fictional ends
I’ve been trying to move on get confused on when you wanna play pretend
Cause everyone reminds me of you
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View
03:52
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Sami walked into the wedding alone
And found a corner to call her own
Breaking the top of the bottle and
Cutting her lips but thank god the vodka’s cold
I watched her across the room with stars in the whites of her eyes
I tried to tell her it gets better we both know thats a lie
I don’t drink anymore but I want to get drunk
Just to justify saying stupid shit
I wanna black out, end up at your house
Embarrass myself without the consequences
Of knowing I drove there because I really wanted to
Moved into the house on the hill
Just to get a better view
Every time I think about it
I've got something new to say
Paving routes we took
Monuments along the way
Memories everywhere
But I dont recognize what hurts
How can I forget the words
To a song I've never heard
All of these vices romanticize
That life is just a series of distractions
So maybe I'll stand on the cafeteria table
Shout all my baseless secrets
It’s not religious to say what you really mean
Held my breath in the pool to accelerate the dream
Every time I think about it
I've got something new to say
Paving routes we took
Monuments along the way
Memories everywhere
But I dont recognize what hurts
How can I forget the words
To a song I've never heard
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Fine
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5. |
Half Heart
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6. |
From Up Here
03:08
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From up here I can see it all
The trees are big, the leaves are small
If I could be a little more
Like leaves in the wind, I'd float for sure
Everything feels heavy and I can't hold
Another pound of ashes in the Boston cold
Everything is plastic in possessive nouns
Solipsistic people keep bringing me down
Welcome home
Glued to the screens all flashing red
I hide my book and fake dead
Maybe I should live off the grid
Make lists of things I never did
Everything is melting and I can't cool
They didn't teach me how to calm down in school
Everything is nothing on unnamed streets
This all tastes sour when they call it sweet
Welcome home
One day I swear I'm getting out
There will be nothing to lie about
I can pledge truth and truth alone
My body's glass, I'll make it stone
Everything is half when I need it whole
Now they're trying to call this rock n' roll
Everything is nothing when you look up close
And that's what fucking hurts me the most
That's what fucking hurts me the most
That's what fucking hurts me the most
Welcome home
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New Year's Eve
03:10
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Laid around in the park
Drew the skyline but
I'm not much of an artist
I threw out what I started
Ordered breakfast for dinner
New year's eve is always
A big expensive bummer
And a year is just a number
When the ball drops and you’re so drunk that it’s absurd
Everyone’s kissing like it’s the end of the world
And you’re not here but I can feel you
I fucked up this time last year
Is selfish that I want you here
Aaron died on the slopes
In Salt Lake City
Got the news next morning
Felt tears slowly forming
It’s not like I knew him well
It’s more that I was
Complaining about the small things
When Aaron was dying
When you ended it and I started not to feel
I’m desensitized to the shockingly real
Wish I could show my emotions
I fucked up this time last year
Is selfish that I want you here
I guess I worry that I only think of myself
But it’s my way of coping with a never ending hell
Of the parade of insecurities I’ll never outrun
You were a glimpse into the normal that I let go of
Laid around in the park
Lit a sparkler
It’s ok cause nothing matters
We’re never getting answers
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8. |
Wannabe
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9. |
IJWBWY
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10. |
History
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Sofia Wolfson Los Angeles, California
Born and raised in LA, based in Brooklyn.
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