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Quiet Game Starting Now - Changing Face

by Quiet Game Starting Now

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1.
You molded me into what you wanted to see. Fast forward two precious years, where you blindly chose for it to disappear. It's timing, pure timing. You're getting just what you wanted. Your mind changed fast. You always said we would make this last. Wouldn't quit like the rest. Now you preach letting go is for the best. Where did you go? Now your telling me time will mend my soul. No. I'm having trouble letting go. I'm not the kind of guy who lives life slow. Where did you go? I'm the one who takes the toll. My whole life is what you stole. You got just what you wanted. Why do you know what is best for me? The situation’s mine and I'm the only who can speak, I've seen. Yet you say time heals. What if I don't have time. Yet you say the best is yet to come.
2.
High Tide 02:58
It’s dark out here with no city lights. It's paradise. This weeks saved my mind. A break from a fast paced life. Car lights blind a bruised conscious that put me in anxieties' grips but with friends of a lifetime I hope it'll settle before I slip. Can’t serenity come quick? I've waited through the seasons but colors still opaque. Pick a day. I’ll fork over everything to finally feel awake. Hands still shake with yearning fashion trying to reach with all I got but this high tide traps me caught. I see your fucking hands filled with hammers. Give one up and change your pattern. I need it more than you can ever believe. Once I bust outta here then you'll see. Pull off my skin like layers of wax to see what color I am after years of my insides being black. Thick as tar, Iron blood, mind's not mine, its the floods. Detached, diminished, praying to nothing, screaming for a finish.
3.
"You couldn't of picked a better way" quote me on that. The second I think of it my anxieties back and all I can do is live through these panic attacks. You said you'd never detach. Now where are you at? Your jealousy just ran a muck. You never gave a fuck. Don't say that you did. I cant believe the way your living your life. Stay out of mine. You burnt my trust to this charred ground. The second I confided in you, you were out of town and did exactly what would hurt me in a single bound with no remorse, with whomever and wherever you found. Your exactly what I always said I never wanted. Fuck it, drop it, give up and stop it. She's not what she looks like. She's like a facade in a lime light. Believe me, just trust it, don't let me repeat it, she'll turn you from solid to liquid.
4.
9 Miles 03:42
Selfish sickness in my gut. I’ll upturn tables to open up. It’s against my character but moving forward’s my parable. You're terrible for thinking you weren't in the wrong for what you do. Its obvious to all of us, so write a song and try to prove your case or why don't you just grow up? It's incredulous to me that I have never been aware enough to see heartbreak was inevitable for me. It was a blindside to say the least. A charmer and beguiler isn't hard to be with a sweet smile and an eyebrow that kills. Stringing me along to get your thrill and now I’m nauseous and cautious and filled to the brim with defeat and a downward spiraling visceral depression. Succession of events that created the deepest of dents. Our connection for me held vital importance but apparently not for you. So why don't you just grow up?
5.
I’ve been slain. I was suffering before all this pain with no way to get out of my own way. The scars are built up with blame. You're wasted and you wasted this away. I saw your face turn from a crimson red to a cold shade of gray. Your eyes tell much more to me than everybody else can see and I know just what that means to me. It means I am miserable without you. I am miserable. So thank you. I’m sick of never really having a choice with anything that happens in our lives. When your eyes are cold and dead from late nights drinking with your friends instead I'm wondering why they've taken my place. Please tell me why am I miserable without you? Why am I miserable? Where did you go? Where are you hiding? I deserve much more than all of this but god damn what I wouldn't do for one more kiss. The scars are built up with sleep. I was given one heart, I guess it was yours to keep.
6.
A void, a missing place. A dug out raw and empty space. She had no thought to grace like a punch to the face from the one who should have been there. I only asked of her respect. Yet that was as if I was pulling teeth without a toothache. Now the only thing I have to keep me sane is to write down a song to rid my mind of your name. Self absorbed is what I'd say, it's exactly what you embody but maybe I'm the one who's mind is old. She may be used to this time of year, but it's brand new to me and it's exhausting to mask my fear. If I can just stay awake and learn not to fold, I might not get caught in the cold.
7.
Mantras 04:07
I saw your face as you got on that plane. You left me here on sinking sand as you fled to dry land. You bombard me with skewed requests. You get to pave the road and I am left to pick up the mess. I see through you. You're far from innocent. You say there's nothing you could do to ever make up for it. I’m sick of your failing. Won’t you just try to see? I've worked my whole life for you to love me. I see you. I'd even settle for a flake, a fraud or daily disappointment, misguidance than deal with all your constant disregard for me and my existence. Abandonment. 6 feet deep. I can only sink your height with all these weights nailed to my feet. You wore me down now I'm only silt. Don't come crawling back to me I'll feel no fucking guilt. My trust for you is somewhere deep in the bay.
8.
Headspace 02:44
Black box. Intelligence to picking locks. Pad locked. Sweating nickel sized drops. Lying in my sob spot. Its a choice I chose to be and fucking honestly, try it on for size. Anxieties’ stuck inside, like butterflies who cannot coincide so monotonously they collide. It's like me lifting up the day and night and holding on to them until I die. Struggle everyday, suffer to fight, with no payoff and no sight of light, but I like it. Focused, magnified intensity. Shaking, stuttering, trying to sleep. I'd like to see you try and feel like me to this degree.
9.
Saboteur 02:04
Why do women sabotage, saboteur? Is it ‘cause they want attention? ‘Cause they feel fewer? Growing up is part of life, so why don't you try to do something hard for once instead of just lie. Changing Face to please the tastes' of who you’re around will only water nothing more than the plain, old, hard ground.
10.
Broken In 02:13
Walking down these streets sidewalks made of bricks. Street lamps burning out when I pass beside it. Approach my beaten car and rig it once again. It gets me from point a to b, I call it "Broken In". The dinge and dirt builds character just like an elder man. I’ll treat these things with care and ease until they kick the can. Life is fragile. I promise it will break. So take some care, breathe open air and spend the nights awake. He never missed anything on his favorite time of night when the sun would start to rise and the dusk was struck with light. He thought it looked so different, but no one could agree ‘cause no one had the guts to peak ‘cause they were all asleep. "Wake up" he'd say. They wouldn't listen. The dreams were more important. "Your missing it", "I'm all alone". His happiness now absent." My night was once golden and now its sunken brown", so he packed his things, floated up and left that rigid town.
11.
Sober 03:05
No distractions, no glass between us. Search for true interaction with eyes full of trusting. Watching you swig down bottles to your head is like watching you make check marks on the wall beside your bed. You say it loosens you, makes your interactions real. All I see is weakness that you need substance to make you feel. Careful kid. Could you put it down before you flip your lid? ‘Cause it seems like this shit makes you slip. I don't know if you could and as much as you think it doesn't affect me you are wrong. I've lived my whole damn life without a drop to drink. Does that make me weak or strong ‘cause I chose to think? Mom and Dad made it clear, what's right and wrong and it seems I'm the only one to follow along. That’s the best advice that I could take.
12.
Afterword 03:07
No distractions, no glass between us. Search for true interaction with eyes full of trusting. Watching you swig down bottles to your head is like watching you make check marks on the wall beside your bed. You say it loosens you, makes your interactions real. All I see is weakness that you need substance to make you feel. Careful kid. Could you put it down before you flip your lid? ‘Cause it seems like this shit makes you slip. I don't know if you could and as much as you think it doesn't affect me you are wrong. I've lived my whole damn life without a drop to drink. Does that make me weak or strong ‘cause I chose to think? Mom and Dad made it clear, what's right and wrong and it seems I'm the only one to follow along. That’s the best advice that I could take.

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released July 16, 2013

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