1. FROM XLII TO UR90

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2. WHY CAN'T I ?

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3. TIME DON'T HEAL A THING

Hello. How are ya babe" it's been a long, long time.
I've only brought some stamps, cigarettes and a bottle of wine.
I know I'm probably the last person that you wanted to hear from, but so much time has passed, I figured "what the hell".
Time heals all wounds but the razors mark across my wrist, and it's my blood that flows so freely from this pen.
For all the time we had the good, the bad, the in between I'll probably never know a better day, no I never will. And when it fell apart, it broke my will, it broke my heart.
Now I pass the time with cheap talk, cheap wine and cheap thrills.
Time heals nothing but the scars across my hands and knees, and I'm afraid that I am crawling back again.
Time heals nothing-it doesn't heal a thing.
It don't heal time, time don't heal a thing….
I'm not expecting you to take me back or take me in.
I know it's far too gone for everything to mean anything anymore.
Maybe, just maybe I wanted to see what's become of you.
Or maybe I just wanted to say goodbye….


4. TWICE DAILLY TO PREVENT NAUSEA

Who are you to say young bodies can't fill full sized graves?
Shine bright through dismay when I thought everything was ending....

When you passed by, I passed out.
Forgetting every word that came out.
If I only knew that I could see your face....

Who are you to say young bodies can't fill full sized graves?
Shine bright through dismay when I thought everything was ending....


5. IT AIN'T ALL HUGS AND HANDSHAKES

If Saturdays end sadder days,
Pay stubs should bring salvation
Accelerating heartbeats happily.
But these days our day jobs barely cover insurance,
So now we can't afford our dreams.
Skip town suddenly on half a heartbeat
And spark as sweetly as softly it came.
Let the windows transition the night
So we don't miss a thing.
Skip town suddenly cause New York doesn't look the same.
You make it seem like Saturdays end sadder days,
And it's OK to lie dead come the week.
It's just like me to disagree.
You make it seem like Fridays pay will make everything OK,
It's just like me to plan an escape.
Dead broke and happy and sitting in traffic again,
We're down to one lane cause New York is never gonna change
But I can treat lungs black from bad decisions
Over another day of the same thing
Bad food, bad dreams, and Bad Religion.
It's OK cause my way has only got to work for me.
So tell me is it gonna get any easier
To find your way now that you've got a degree?
Cause there sure ain't any jobs for you here boy,
And would you really want one anyway?


6. MY OWN PRIVATE SOUTH OAKS

The weight's been slipping away for days.
Sleeping on the floor and trying hard not to breathe,
It seems this just might be unravelling me.
I woke up just in time
To watch my friends fall apart.
I fear I've been dreaming for far too long.
It's not the silence that haunts;
It's the dark.

So I've been counting the missed steps
And scrawling them all down
In a notebook marked second chances
I used to keep around.
It was mostly sketches of deep skies
And a few other places that I've been;
The phone number of a fellow tortured soul
I know I'll call once I learn to let people in.

Restart. Rewind.
Reframe the image to a legible size.
Stand straight.
Don't hide the bloodstains you wear so well with pride.
Encouragement like healing would ever need a reason...
They're only telling me the good things,
Any more bad news they just might find me dead.

Focus on this:
Take time to go heal on your own.
Focus on anything.
Restart a heart thicker than bone.

Second chance-faded memories,
and all those times I watched in awe.
Always somewhat slipping,
now I'm bored again.

For days and for weeks, (Focus on this.)
Never lose time again.
Never lose time watching it all. (Focus on anything.)
Strengthen the ones that have kept me whole.
Focus on this:
Take time to go heal on your own.
Focus on anything.
Restart a heart thicker than bone.