1. |
Her Cold Hands
01:34
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2. |
Heartbreaker
03:56
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I need you
Do you need me?
I'm far from perfect, but
Please don't leave me
You're an independent woman
I'm a weak, dependent boy
I know my songs suck
But they're all I know
And I'm not good at metaphors
Maybe I'm not good at showing love
Maybe I'm the heartbreaker
No one can stand my attachment
I love you
Do you love me?
I fucked up but
I'm sorry
You're a strong, established woman
I'm a fragile boy
But I'll take care of you
If you say: 'come here, I still do'
And I'm not good at coping alone
But I'll go to exile
I'll save you tears above me
Just take care, find your life
And I'm still full of love
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3. |
Morningstar
04:29
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I've written love songs about people I hate
I've been mistreated as a hermit
The world has changed my own values
Oh tell me
How do I keep my faith?
Oh I don't want my heart to go cold
Oh I won't let people define who I am
Oh I'll hold my breath
I will wait until death
Let me start again
Those problems can't be our end
My love
Let me start again
You're all I got
My morningstar
I've opened up, they used it against me
I've made mistakes, which I regret
And I regret meeting you
Oh tell me
How do I erase your face?
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4. |
Gumball
04:16
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I guess this is what you meant when you said you'd never leave me by myself
You know I can get emotional
Yet you used your words like razor blades
I need help
And you might not deserve what you get
And you have melted
And I am alive
And now you laugh
And people who laugh
They always pay
Don't look for love
It made me throw up way too many times
Don't live for others
Live for yourself until it comes
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5. |
Heartbreaker pt.2 (Prey)
06:08
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When I'm alone
I'm helpless
I'm ashamed of who I am
I choke on my own breath
I wish I was dead
But I'm afraid to act
I'll never be as good as you
I'll be compared, looked down upon
They will beat me up
Fill my lungs with blood
Watch it drip out of my mouth
As night retakes the light
I'm weak and I have to be swapped out
I'm ugly so I have to get fucked up
I'm pathetic, so I have to be left out
For carnivores to eat
I have no right to be called a human being
I'm sick of feeling like this
I don't wanna write these songs
But it's the only way for me to cope
And to prove I can turn my pain into a way of connection
with anybody listening
And get that weight of my chest
I wanna play with your hair
I wanna touch your face
I wanna kiss your neck
Nevet let go again
I'll never forget the day I went to your town
We sat on the bench for five hours
Just in each other's arms
Counting dogs and frat dudes passing by
Looking in each other's eyes
I kissed you on the cheek multiple times
Like a machine gun
I did everything to make it worthwhile
You played with me then tossed me aside
I feel betrayed and used by a liar without strings
They tell me you want me to feel like this
I didn't expect a stab by someone so innocent
I don't wanna see you ever again
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6. |
Hole In Me
01:31
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7. |
My Sea
02:20
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You say nothing
And God says nothing
My friends say something
But it's just mumbling to me
I stand before the waves and listen to them humming
I think of my home and what would have happened
If I didn't leave
I think of you
And I think of us
And I think of your birthday
And I think of your touch
I remember your laugh
I remember your voice
I want you here
I want you by the water
E F
Please don't tell me it's over
I'll sink under the water
I don't know how to swim
I don't wanna die
I said I feel safe in the mountains
But I see future in my sea x2
What will the next year bring?
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8. |
Erase Me
05:51
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Why am I like this?
People don't like me
Nobody will love me
Should I be stoned or not?
Nobody needs me
I need one person
In just too many ways
I can't have a day without thinking about
You
Should all erase me
Fucking throw me out
Like she did that night
Hoping I will disappear and never come back
Why are your hands so cold?
A four-leaf clover
With bones for dinner
Weed for supper
Booze in the evening
Nothing's really wrong
Still I feel anxious as fuck
I don't know why
I don't know why
You
Should all erase me
Fucking throw me out
Like she did that night
Hoping I will disappear and never come back
Where are you God?
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9. |
The Water Is Still
02:56
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She put me in a bag and threw it out
Before I started to rot
She never said goodbye
I did waste money but I didn't waste time
I lost myself enough
To trust she would come back
I was too naive
I fell in love too fast
I fell into a trap
It was all a fucking lie
I tried to escape but water filled me up
She killed me with her silent words
I died that night
The water is still
And my body is floating with fish
It wasn't the first time
It wasn't the second
I am not human
I do not feel
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10. |
End
01:41
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Blush Cannon Masovian Voivodeship, Poland
Blush Cannon is the recording project of Polish singer-songwriter Kasper Lisowski. Drawing inspiration from lo-fi giants like Mount Eerie, Neutral Milk Hotel, Grouper and (Sandy) Alex G, he creates simple, but emotional indie folk, touching on themes of loneliness, love, attachment, self-esteem, suicide and religion. ... more
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