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Orbit
03:04
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I’m stuck in orbit, some people call me crazy,
Gotta’ have control control, I align the stars that I see,
Tight grips, it’s my tendency,
Don’t slip, strung out like canopies.
I’m disconnect, disconnect, disconnected,
Traveling in circles, stuck in orbit.
I’m disconnect, disconnect, disconnected,
Traveling in circles, stuck in orbit.
It’s not like me to leave you, I never would’ve walked away before,
But I find it hard to believe you, because you’re setting off wildfires and you can’t tell what for,
All that time, you weren’t above me, we were on two separate planes,
Two dimensions going nowhere, same old road called by two separate names.
We were disconnect, disconnect, disconnected,
Traveling in circles, stuck in orbit.
disconnect, disconnect, disconnected,
Traveling in circles, stuck in orbit.
I am not my body, I am not my words,
I am every part of me, But I still feel my weight in thirds.
I’m disconnect, disconnect, disconnected,
Traveling in circles, stuck in orbit.
I’m disconnect, disconnect, disconnected,
Traveling in circles, stuck in orbit.
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Tin Soldier
02:48
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Poor little tin soldier starting wars with the world,
He’d give an arm he’d give a leg just to run against the herd,
But you don’t have to fight, no don’t have to fight, no don’t have to fight,
Fight anymore.
Poor little tin soldier starting to disappear,
Spread yourself way too thin, out of pride out of fear,
But if you looked if you looked, if you looked, if you looked,
You’d notice tin soldier that I’m standing right here.
And I, I could stop the torture if,
You would let me get closer,
But you can’t change, no no you can’t change, no you can’t change the ways,
Of the little tin soldier.
Poor little tin soldier wants to start a fight,
With his friends just so he can prove all his might,
But there’s nothing to prove, nothing to prove, no nothing to prove,
Except an ego and pride.
And I, I could stop the torture if,
You would let me get closer,
But you can’t change, no no you can’t change, no you can’t change the ways,
Of the little tin soldier.
You think you’re wearing the crown,
But your thoughts are so tangled,
I just want to melt you down,
And turn that tin into gold.
And I, I could stop the torture if,
You would let me get closer,
But you can’t change, no no you can’t change, no you can’t change the ways,
Of the little tin soldier.
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Loathing
04:37
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It starts, all fun, it starts fun and games,
Until it goes all wrong, when it’s played any other way.
And I don’t like to depend, on anything,
But there’s always exceptions.
Cuz there’s a loathing, inside of me,
It fills me up, with a jealousy,
If I’m no good at anyone else,
Can I please be good at myself.
Lips part their eyes on me, I’m wondering if they will see,
Night comes I’m losing sleep, my own self doubt is haunting me,
Scared because they’ll think I’m a failure,
Or scared because I know they don’t care?
Cuz there’s a loathing, inside of me,
It fills me up, with a jealousy,
If I’m no good at anyone else,
Can I please be good at myself.
I walk this fine line
Between peace of mind and
Wanting to analyze
My reach my place esteem
And so selfishly my
Gaze charming ways
for looks and praise
Sometimes I want to destroy everything I know
Protect me from a buildup start over and go
I want to fall so hard and someone care for me
Sick of self aware and this honesty
Cuz there’s a loathing, inside of me,
It fills me up, with a jealousy,
If I’m no good space at anyone else,
Can I please be space good at myself.
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Prodigies
03:30
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I tried to raise the children, couldn’t figure out what to name ‘em. Tried to be a sculptor, couldn’t make a sphere, couldn’t make a David. Tried playing the game, couldn’t separate and remain shameless. I tried bein' famous, couldn’t generate a cult and remain stainless.
I tried to hold ya, tried to take ya, Took a risk I, tried to make ya.
You left there at the train station, couldn’t bring myself to serenade ya.
I want to be like prodigies, but I’m too old for prophecies. At night I’m told that all is calm, but my insides turn to atom bombs.
Tried setting for myself aside some space, built walls around me just to escape. I invested in a golden watch, now I’m always on the run, I’m always late. Thinking up monsters in the night, there’s nothing to win if there isn’t a fight. You can run, yeah, you can hide, but that’s escape this isn’t life.
You cry to be out of control so the blame is on me. I want to fix you. Why must I remain a target?
You're scared and bound to fall, you play the part and I absorb it all. I want to fix you.
Why must I hold it all?
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I Of No Use
04:07
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I always thought it would be a grand finale, but it was just a crying shame it was so raw. How do I go from tiny kisses in the morning, to standing alone and explaining it all? I wrote this song before same old cadence same old chords but it was full, and sweet, and soft, and a mistake. But now I know, you didn't miss me, didn't hold me in a thoughtful place this song has turned to grey.
You are so cold, and I was useless. You had used all you could hold. I’m left painted many colors of you. Scrub them out, I'm black and blue. Now you're back again begging to make room for you. You didn't even value the space. How could you say, you can fix this be much better when you only want to try when I am turned away?
I thought we were sturdy. You said we were a team and I was a light. And now I see it's not about me. Only when you're at stake do you risk a fight.
Fuck your honesty. A excuse to not see all the hurt in me. You didn't give me a truth. You gave me an excuse to act out selfishly. You see I gave you it all, open arms open heart. Isn't that what's to love? What did you mean from the start? Because I wasted away, and now I have to move strong with all of this empty space. Just why was I wrong?
Was I of no use to a god such as you?
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Socha Brooklyn, New York
I make soft songs about hard feelings ✨
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