1. |
I'm leaving
02:18
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You can try to keep me but I'm leaving
You can try to look but I won't be there
You can hold my breath and restrict my breathing
But this time I won't care
And I'll miss you but not as much as you're missing me
On this little frozen island that we keep ourselves tied to
I'm going on to better things
And I'll always have you in my memory but you better believe
You can try to wake me but I'm not dreaming
This reality's enough to scare
And if I were to spend my whole life sleeping
I would be living a nightmare
Holding me in, keeping me back, no options
Living the small-town blues
I'm gonna swim through the cracks 'cause in a small town you always lose
You can try to keep me but I'm still leaving
You can try to look but I won't be there
You can hold my breath and restrict my breathing
But this time I won't care
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2. |
Wake Up
03:18
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Why do you only speak to me
When I'm asleep or in my memory?
Dream boy, maybe you used to be
A person I would fall asleep to see
When I woke up
But I was left not being good enough
And I remember all the little stuff
I wanna forget but you're not ready to leave me yet
You'd pretend you'd rather be
A memory than reality
And I'm the only one trying to get what we once were out of my mind
You climb like Romeo
through to my heart's window
Just so you can let me know that you don't want me to grow
From when you'd sleep soundly next to me
Dreaming of how your life would be
Without my sensitivity
And I'm crying, and I'm trying
not to wake you but now I'm the one
Who's trapped inside what we've become
And you keep my mind so I can't run
And I'm trying, and I'm trying to wake up
To wake up
It's clear enough that you're not mine, yet you choose to hide behind
A wall of happy little lies
So I'll realize and remember the times
when you'd sleep soundly next to me
Dreaming of how your life would be
Without my sensitivity
And I'm crying, and I'm trying
not to wake you but now I'm the one
Who's trapped inside what we've become
And you keep my mind so I can't run
And I'm trying, and I'm trying to wake up
I told you to stop speaking to me
But you still sneak into my dreams
To gaze at the pain you remain inflicting
But I don't want a reality
Where you'd sleep soundly next to me
Dreaming of how your life would be
Without my sensitivity
And I'm crying, and I'm trying
not to wake you but now I'm the one
Who's trapped inside what we've become
And you keep my mind so I can't run
And I'm trying, and I'm trying to wake up
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3. |
Young years
03:18
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Too young to see the jealousy
And we're too dumb to try to be
Another thing that we're not
Even trying
When the days are done, we'll still see the sun
But we're all too warm to be numb
We'll stay up too late
Into the day
Time is just all made up anyway
Live free without pain, that's what they say
So all we have to do is procrastinate
It's all a cliché, stray from the gray
And embrace unconventionality
Reality is seconds away
But it's 4 pm on a summer Saturday
We don't care, we don't mind
We'll look at the clock another time
Could be morning or night
What's it matter when the sky's so bright
All we have to do is not try
We have just begun, it's our day in the sun
Nowhere to run, and the stars are telling me to kiss someone
We'll stay up too late
Into the day
Time is just all made up anyway
Live free without pain, that's what they say
So all we have to do is procrastinate
It's all a cliché, stray from the gray
And embrace unconventionality
Reality is seconds away
But it's 4 am on a summer Saturday
No tears, no fears, it's the young Years
They'll live forever
And it's our time to be here, always remember
No pain, no shame, it's okay
Far from December
We'll live infinite Saturdays in sunny weather
Never disappear, it's the young years
Never fade, it's Saturday
4 o'clock on a summer Saturday
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4. |
Worth more
02:34
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Worth More:
I thought my only shot at happiness
Was to be in love but I'm not impressed
With the immense feeling of loneliness I get
When I'm with you
I thought without you I would be worthless
But I don't like how you hurt me on purpose
And I don't need anybody who doesn't deserve me
I don't need, I don't need, I don't need you
And I don't know how I thought it could be true that you were the sun shining on my moon
You thought that you could just control me
And leave me broken and lonely
And I was naïve when I thought that you'd be my one and only
We thought that I'd be crushed by you leaving
And I was but I'm still breathing and I see more clearly now that I feel that I'm not dreaming
I don't need, I don't need, I don't need you
I don't need, I don't need, I don't need you
I don't need anybody who's going to hurt me
I don't need, I don't need, I don't need you,
And I don't know how I thought it would be true that you were the sun shining on my moon
You always call me needy
I felt so helpless
You, you were always greedy
But I digress
You made me feel worthless,
But I am worth more
Then everything you gave me
And I don't need you to save me
Cuz I don't need you, no
I don't need you
No, I don't need you
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Twice Nice Seattle, Washington
Members:
Maijah - Vocals
Gaven - Drums
Brennan - Bass
Abe - Guitar/Vocals
Email:
twiceniceband@gmail.com
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