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Medicine
04:24
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I'm starting to think that I might need medicine
to get over this hill I've been eyeing for months now
I pour salt on my bleeding hands
as I falter and fall through the cracks in my ceiling
There's a backlog of bad thoughts that plays on a loop
in a dim-lit room in the back of my mind
I'm starting to think that I might need chemicals
to put down this crutch that has held me for months now
I trip over my feet again
as I sleepwalk and leapfrog right over the steps
Where I'll sift through the dishes I left in my sink
Searching for silvers I won't have to clean
3 AM I'm all alone
When low get high, when high I'm lonely
Wait out it out, the weight of all that I have made myself go through
3 AM I'm all alone
When low get high, when high I'm lonely
Wait out it out, the weight of all that I have made myself go through
When the haze has all but lifted,
tired eyes dressed in black
Hole in the drywall, ice on my knuckles
Blood on the pillow, pill box is empty
I'm starting to think that I'm due for a wake up call
to get out of my head and get back to my old-self
I put drops in my bloodshot eyes as I grimace and flinch
at this minor discomfort
There's a list full of shit that I'll never get to
and I'll never get through it 'til I'm back in my mind
I'm starting to think that I might need professionals
to break out of this shell I've been holed-up in for months now
I latch onto a fleeting thought,
I'm obsessive, I'm left with the taste of a memory
There's a reel of a real good time on a loop
in a dim-lit room in the back of my mind
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Presence
05:10
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What kind of presence is this
Stuck in yesterday, stuck in messages I never sent,
I never said
I never thought through
I never read
How far from Heaven is this?
Stuck in memories, stuck in sympathy
I never gave,
I’ll never get,
I should have know that hiding behind it was rage
But hiding behind it’s the only way I know
The only safe place
It’s all that I’ve gone through
It’s right where I oughta stay
Right where I oughta stay
Here I will yell at the top of my lungs at the only close comfort I’ve got
Here I will curse through my teeth at the fruit in the backyard beginning to rot
It hasn’t rained since we got here in June
I’ve held my breath til I’m well past the point of blue
What kind of forces are these
Pushing backwards, daily faster
I can’t get a grip
I can’t shake this chip from my shoulder
It seems I’m losing a bit of my smile
But hiding behind it’s the only way I know
It’s gone in a minute
How many moments have I missed
Pushing backwards,
On the track to forgetting my name
Losing my place
Digging my feet into something I’m not sure I’ll finish
But damn it, there’s got to be something to fix on this planet
I’ll make my mark in the future
Here I will yell at the top of my lungs at the only close comfort I’ve got
Here I will curse through my teeth at the fruit in the backyard beginning to rot
It hasn’t rained since we got here in June
I’ve held my breath til I’m well past the point of blue
Here I will yell at the top of my lungs at the only close comfort I’ve got
Here I will curse through my teeth at the fruit in the backyard beginning to rot
It hasn’t rained since we got here in June
I’ve held my breath til I’m well past the point of blue
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Nothing Sticks
04:06
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Nothing sticks
Give it six more weeks
Southern draw
Draw me something I’ve never seen
Give me dreams
Something different to set the pace of what might have been
Nothing sticks
Stick it out a bit more
Don’t sit down
I can’t stand it that I’ll be gone
States away
Hoping when I return to you you’ll still want me there
Spots in my eyes
I can’t complain I've got everything I've ever wished for
It’s no surprise
I’ll find the trash that’s poking out under the gold mine
Just give it time
Driving through
Subtle thoughts of you
Driving fast
Just to get through the night alone
To call you there
In a house in a room on a couch that I don’t belong
Spots in my eyes
I can’t complain I've got everything I've ever hoped for
It’s no surprise
I’ll find the trash that’s poking out under the gold mine
Just give it time
Nothing sticks
Give it time to slow down
Let it pass
But don’t pass it on to the ones that care
That really care
Breathe it in and don’t think about what it might have been
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Palmyra Richmond, Virginia
Drawing from the sounds of Appalachia and Midwestern Americana, folk trio Palmyra captures the the collective spirit of three Virginia natives.
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