Facing A Faulty Exit

from by Alaska Young

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Don't stop breathing,
The flood of liquid truth is just setting in,
And it's colder than before.
I lost myself in waste and weakness,
Bleeding all my hopes in sequence.
Anxiety's a frequent keepsake for the sleepless,
I used to want to beat this.

I used to want to beat this,
And face all my fucking demons,
But honestly, I mean it:
I think I fucking need this.

And I was winter and you were autumn,
So beautiful with your changing leaves.
Always pushing and pulling you down in pursuit of progress.
(Shut your fucking mouth and change it.)
We're always finding holes in something,
We're never content until we're discontent.
We're never content until we disconnect.

Maybe, it was something I said,
If I was less imperfect or not better off dead,
If I was more important, and not so hard to believe,
If I wasn't breaking mirrors with my heart on my sleeve.
If I didn't only speak in fucking apologies,
Disappointment wouldn't be the only product of me.
If I could save our love or just persuade you to stay,
I wouldn't have to face the fact:
I fucking made us this way.

(Time wasted away on you like bricks where you stand.)

And I was the sunlight behind your curtain.
And I was the sunlight behind your curtain,
Begging to be freed.

I am an anchor, of the ocean I drink.
You're still floating on, and I can only sink.
I've fed my lungs to open waters,
I cannot swim and I won't bother.
I put my soul into this life,
And now it seems I've wasted my time.
I used to feel alive,
And now I live the fucking lie.

(Make it stop!)
I'm almost done breathing, make it stop!
I'm almost done breathing, but I'm swearing at the sun,
Make it stop!

I've fed my lungs to open waters,
I cannot swim and I won't bother.
(I'm almost done.)


from Ghost Town Letters, track released March 21, 2014
Produced/Mixed/Mastered by Adam Cichocki of Timber Studios



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Jonathan: Bass
Marc: Drums

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