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Faded Memories

from Wall Papered Exit Wounds by H.W.

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lyrics

Just drive me home, I want to take the road thats still open
stop hoping that somewhere along the lines I’ll find you coping
you’re my angel of the airwaves, can’t seem to shake you off tonight
the bright lights shine through all the thunder’s fright
I’ll be alright, that’s the motto for the daily presence
offering my soul for your consumption that’s just why I’m stressing
phones dead, dial tones are all I’m hearing
singing hymns that I should move along and find another evening to waste my life with
pass the buck right into my cup, all I’ve seen is bad times turn tides and when I’m done
I want to run far away from here, clear of the motives
that the people tend to push when I’m lost in this emotion
here’s to crawling towards the exit when the roads got rough
cause as much as I’m leaving, most of me is staying with the thought
that somewhere out there, our paths did cross
I’ll never be the same again cause there is love lost and so

(Chorus, sing along)
Pick the phone up, check the ringer if its on at all
You’re on the back porch, I’m screaming at the front wall
The cost to date, more stress, less weight
throw your hands up if you know what I’m trying to relate

Please pick a date, the number 8 is uncomforting
tends to haunt me in my sleep and leaves me more offerings
of pain, suffer, hurt, that’s the reason behind this
you thought the actions were just blinded by the shyness
so try this drink, I swear it helps forget everything
I take a daily dosage just to offset the extra cringe
the tinge you’re feeling thats just memories calapsing
trying to find a way out of this life is such a tragedy
so many waste their lives chasing people uninterested
with better options all around to share my instances
I went from happy times to solid states of sadness
and never found the situation ever more tragic
so here’s to laughing at yourself when you become too serious
and meddling with other peoples lives to find a potent thinking its
the world we’re living a sad state of affairs
but to everyone around I’m still finding out I’m unprepared

I’m growing older by seconds my face is melting
melding into a form thats similar to bullet casings
I spray the fragrance, confidence can only offer me
was taught to stop trying when you decided to leave, see
round here things ain’t always what it seems
you claim to understand me, but only to a degree
lately, my life is shaky, blown to bits by disappointment
anoint the gifts that the bearers bring to the prison’s closing
so you finally wake up, alone with a note near the bed
realize what the pictures said, I’ll be gone
lost a million miles from this home
with my phone in tow, and trunk full of lost woes
so here’s to building dreams on concrete
trying to survive on gas money and lunch meat
my body bears scars that will never share their stories
I’m not too proud, I’m really just too stubborn to give up

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from Wall Papered Exit Wounds, released July 23, 2012
Lyrics: Joshua "H.W." Decosta
Music: MobRobb
Cuts: DJ Emoh Betta
Mixed/Mastered: Jake "Redlist" Rainis

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