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Pick up the pieces and put them back together again, Mary says she’s grown weary of all that.
All these changing faces but nothing else ever seems to change.
“One of these days I’ll grow wise to their game.”
Driving down 19 in the middle of the day,
can’t help but question her decision to stay.
Self-medication, waste the evening hours away. Wake up in the morning to another hurry, worry day.
Pick up the pieces and put them back together again, “Christ, just look how time flies by.”
Feeling none the wiser, by this game she’s been played. It’s a never-ending fight that no one sees.
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Diazepam
01:26
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The summer heat and humidity,
stoke the embers of anxiety.
In no rush for normalcy,
but that other life is creeping up on me.
I need to get away but the time for that has passed.
A fleeting moment of clarity ... respite from this mess.
Stolen time spent fidgeting. Wasting away, lack of ambition. Mirrored reflection, bloodshot eyes. Someone let in that lonely light.
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Sons and daughters of diaspora unsure of where they’ll go. Into a dissonant crescendo rough, dangerous, and alone.
Wanting desperately to escape the feeling buried in the depth of their being. Troubled thoughts adhered the bone hidden beneath delicate skin.
The time is neither wrong nor right, out walking the furthest city light. Ruffled, sole trodden, loose like a page only echoes of the past remain.
Look away from the removed,
all that had been uprooted over time. Look away from the displaced,
and pretend that none of this exists.
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Drain the River
03:29
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Don’t waste my time,
you already pulled the rug from beneath my feet.
You went on and on,
and I just watched the minutes pass on by.
Say what you want,
but I can see this train wreck from a thousand miles away.
Don’t waste my time,
remember the hole you put me in?
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Fidget
03:36
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Restless tonight my nervous fingers keep busy tapping to the rhythm in my head.
I think I may have lost some code.
Missing pieces, broken thoughts.
Could someone please shed some light on it?
Finally embracing all the things that can’t be changed. Accept them, and walk away.
If suffering gives them amusement,
then I’ll live my life for revenge.
I’ll be damned if I dance along.
I’ve been searching for new horizons in the places I find dear.
Somehow they always lead me back here. Changing perspectives,
I’ve got nothing left to prove. To the comforts of home,
I’m always coming back to you.
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Broken Things St. Petersburg
Formed in mid 2013, Broken Things is nestled nicely in the intersection of 90's indie-rock and Hüsker Dü like melodic punk. Be on the lookout four our forthcoming seven song audio communiqué.
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