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Definition
02:53
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What if these are the last words I ever get to say?
And the only reminders left
Are chips in teeth from where they made their way
Out of my head to where they need to be
Into embodiments of broader thoughts
I've come to let define me
I turn this body to a time capsule
To one day be opened up
Hoping it translates well
That burns and scars we made were deep enough
To keep spirits high when legs won't run
Options seem exhausted
Diving deeper than the skin
Exploring depths and knowing what the cost is
What if these are the last words I ever get to say?
And the only reminders left
Are chips in teeth from where they made their way
Out of my head to where they need to be
Into embodiments of broader thoughts
I've come to let define me
I thought we were all in this together
And I still want to so I still will
Can you proud of what defines you
And all you've heard about yourself?
What do you let define you?
What if these are the last words I ever get to say?
And the only reminders left
Are chips in teeth from where they made their way
Out of my head to where they need to be
Into embodiments of broader thoughts
I've come to let define me
It's not a contest
But we're all trying to place
The finish line, it does exist
But these ribbons are all myth
And that's fine
A chance to make myself mine
Find definition and clarify my place
And that's fine
A chance to make myself mine
Find definition and clarify my place
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Am I allowed to say that I feel better these days?
Despite the rumors
Despite the plans that didn't go our way
Stumble to the overpass
A repeat of three years ago
Before the quitters, fights, and touring
Took us away from home
Whatever that means, considering
Changing casts and scenery
There are still some things I refuse to let go
We all missed something big when
We thought, "Home is where the heart is"
Anatomy suggests to me
It's something that I'm stuck with, thankfully
What became of the keys we made?
Maybe they all lost them or maybe they just threw them away
Wounds will fester and swell
Pushing out the worst parts
Because our tolerance is low for disloyal hearts
You can't rely on houses
You can't rely on towns
You can't rely on friends to always need you around
You can spend all your daylight with worry
Living like this it gets dark so early
We all missed something big when
We thought, "Home is where the heart is"
Anatomy suggests to me
It's something that I'm stuck with, thankfully
What became of the keys we made?
Maybe they all lost them or maybe they just threw them away
Along with me and everything it meant
How can this mean so much one day, just to mean nothing the next?
The door's still open but we've moved on
It doesn't need an address just to be considered a home
We all missed something big when
We thought, "Home is where the heart is"
Anatomy suggests to me
It's something that I'm stuck with, thankfully
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The Footholds
03:06
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This could've been a train wreck
A total disaster
The end of everything that to this point mattered
Nicks and scrapes and fatal falls
Private breakdowns and tearful calls
Not so private now, but wasn't that the point?
To get this story out?
We knew that this would hurt
But never knew how loud
Never knew how loud
This is manning up
This is standing ground
Because you can't move forward if the footholds give out
Didn't mean to be such a let down
Didn't think I'd ever have to say
I'm oh so sorry but I'm not sure I have
What it takes anymore or any faith in me
I just know I'm more vulnerable
Than I ever thought I could be
It's probably the best that I could say
If I'm too old, weak, or late
This all falls in your lap
And I don't know how to feel about that
What qualified me for this?
Taxing attempts at a positive influence
That I've distorted
That I'm still hoping to have
Can't look at this like a let down
Knowing the impact it has made on myself
On anyone tied to me
Throw it away
The thought that things can be the same
Eyes ahead, with past outlines empty and tucked away
I stopped keeping track
(I've learned that this life path)
Of everything that I'm not getting back
(Only served to counteract)
I stopped keeping track
(The progress I could make)
Of everything I'm not getting back
(And steps that I could take)
It's not getting back
It's finally finding out
That you can't move forward if the footholds give out
-Drew Justice (via Property of Zack)
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Seeds
03:50
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Sidetracked to those steps today
The ones we always had to take
Our best potential friends to by the lake
The water's down, but it works for me
It always rises in the spring
Whether they'll be here to see it or not
That rope's still in the tree
That none of us can ever seem
To muster up the guts to just jump out of
The roots keep feeding and spanning state lines
That never really mattered to me
Too deep to sever, they keep me connected
To best friends I never get to see
I watch the seeds we've planted grow and consume
Every crisis we go through
Be it place or man, or the way I live
Nothing has entirely destroyed me yet
The roots keep feeding and spanning state lines
That never really mattered to me
Too deep to sever, they keep me connected
To best friends I never get to see
Well, not "never" but never enough
Considering reminders that I stay so proud of
Pictures of couches thrown on to fires
And hotel parties in The 'Brier
The first time we felt west coast sand
And came back home to see that no one understands
Save the few who take the time at night to send
Messages that read, "let me know when you make it in
When you make it in
When you make it safe and sound"
I don't know what I'd do if you weren't around
You're why this means so much, knowing all that I'll give up
Based on four years worth of precedent and repetition
The roots keep feeding and spanning state lines
That never really mattered to me
Too deep to sever, they keep me connected
To best friends I never get to see
The roots keep feeding and spanning state lines
That never really mattered to me
Too deep to sever, they keep me connected
To best friends I never get to see
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I can't separate reality from fact
Or read people any better that a sign on my own back
Trust is damaged, confidence is cracked
And has been long enough for everyone to mention it
Remember when we thought
Anyone could be what they wanted to be?
When did my own advice stop making sense to me?
As if it ever did
But what about every awkward kid
That I said the same to?
Now what do they do?
Measuring up is getting me down
So I've got to stop
If this is the wish that I've been granted
How can I ask for more?
The advice I have to give
Is neither encouraging or constructive
So what's the point in that?
What's the point in that?
I can hear the kids two booths away
Stir their coffee cups and say
"When I turn 21..."
We're all so wrapped up in what's to come
In what's to come
In what's to come
Yeah, it's hard
When all I ever wanted was to make a difference
(What's to come)
Oh so hard
When all I ever wanted was to make a difference
Measuring up is getting me down
So I've got to stop
If this is the wish that I've been granted
How can I ask for more?
Measuring up is getting me down
So I've got to stop
If this is the wish that I've been granted
How can I ask for more?
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Under Yellow Lights
03:34
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My heart doesn't beat like it should
I can feel it in my throat
With every paralyzing thought
Ever full-breath attempted note
Note no I'm not the same
But what's that ever mean?
I'm too tired to contemplate
Each tick and miss that propel me
And I still over think every single thing
And t's not like me to stay so far down
But everybody knows we can't take care of ourselves
Still having trouble but I've learned to sleep
I've learned to sleep
Through shoulder pains and dreams of spitting bloody teeth
Reminding me there are some things better left alone
And other truths that only stay at bay so long
I'm taking steps to see
Maybe there's more to me
And it's not like me to stay so far down
But everybody knows we can't take care of ourselves
Never been one to fall to circumstance
Not with all these helping hands that
Hold me up when I can't understand myself
Skeletons removed through talks and time
under the cover of yellow lights
It took a while for me to discover
That some best friends are simply better than others
And it's not like me to stay so far down
But everybody knows we can't take care of ourselves
Never been one to fall to circumstance
Not with all these helping hands that
Hold me up when I can't understand myself
And it's not like me to stay so far down
But everybody knows we can't take care of ourselves
Never been one to fall to circumstance
Not with all these helping hands that
Hold me up when I can't understand myself
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Acoustic The Footholds
02:59
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On My Honor Knoxville, Tennessee
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