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La Plume
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I end up in the strangest places
So many unfamiliar faces
The other day I started writing you a letter
Couldn't seem to piece my thoughts together
I'm going to tell you that I feel alright even though you won't believe it
And how I left the porch light on all night just in case you made it home but you never made it
I'm running out of artificial smiles,
plastic grins
For these people who visit me, Why do they bother me?
Like a supporting actor in someone's dying dream
How do I play myself?
And I can't quite remember how to play this part and where you are.
Now I'm stranded
We never made it home. Do you know the way back home?
Lost and I can't remember where I belong, where I come from.
Moments of clarity buried in little boxes far underground
Sense of direction fails, it's sending me in circles.
And now I'm stranded
And we never made it home, do you know the way back home?
Lost and I can't remember where I belong,
Where do we come from.
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I'm missing the people that I'm closest to, they're moving forward
That's something I should probably look into
But I'm stuck here on repeat doing everything in just the right wrong way
Keeping up the lie that I'm one beat ahead of
A faltering miscalculation of where I thought I would be
Writing off everything that sucks
These new faces I use in their stead are incomplete replications, I hesitate to say "friend"
I'm giving less of myself that really is so strange of me
There was a time where a friend knew everything
Delete the silence with rape-jokes and lies
Delete the silence, check the time
I realize that it is pointless and I let them spill out their lives
I'm only halfway here now, pretending that I care
How is this foxhole I'm calling a smile providing me cover?
This broken down car on the side of the road, there's cars going by and not one of them slows
My thumb is out and I'm hitching a ride, pleading with strangers to take me away from this life
I guess I'm standing sentry at my own castle gates
The tourists are arriving now but we're closed after eight
They're leaving the trash and the scuff marks and the such
I guess I'm glad for the company but I'm left here to clean up
I'm writing off everything that sucks so I'm writing off everything
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Nancy New York
Nancy was a band from 2002 - 2009. It went from a 1 piece acoustic project to a full band. many people said many things about the band, most of the things said were "man...they're drunk". And they were.
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