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Glass Bones, Paper Skin

by The Concrete Summer

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26/27 04:27
I'm losing blood and losing friends This winter was softer Than the skin on your cheek I know, because I wiped your tears Before you stood on your two feet And everyday we'd meet the weeks With hoods pulled tonight And hands up in our sleeves We prepared for anything But this year, spring won't be a thief We're pressing our luck and pressing our cheeks Against fogged up window panes My hand on your chest, just a little to the left Becomes my window seat Oh my god, I feel so alive My bandaged hands pay no mind And oh my god, the cracks in the sidewalk Always keep me in line You keep me in time Oh my god please get me back to Jackson Ave Oh my god get me back to Jackson Ave Get me back to the basement couch Let me breathe that secondhand smoke And I'll fry beneath those pale lights Get me back, get me back to Jackson Ave
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I’ll tell you, kid You know nothing of roses And their nature of making you believe That they say all the right things And you say all the wrong But when we get em back We’ll get em back hard I’m on your side Stay here tonight We’re lost, far from All we, all we know as home I’ll tell you, kid Don’t give the old folks a dime For they’ve got nothing useful to say They say they’re all figured out And you just need to grow up But when we get em back We’ll get em back hard But don’t let the flowers fool you And don’t let age move you You’ve got your own birds now And all the worlds are yours now
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Revvis 05:46
You’re falling apart in the ugliest ways And you’re loving every minute of it Seperation of muscle from bone Is just another look you can’t pull off I regret never seeing you cry Watching you feel Because I’m convinced you can’t I regret holding back your hair When you’d make yourself sick Just to look a little better than me I’ve realized I don’t need you And I just can’t be with you You fucked me up so badly I’m getting off of you You loved me and you left me You got me high and left me You fucked me up so badly I’m getting off of you I’m telling you this one more time, Get off my back I’m telling you this one more time, Get out of my head I still dream about you all the time That you come back in my life And we talk just like we used to As if he never changed you But even if I got the chance I don’t think I’d ever be your friend again
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I woke up in a new bed today, And when I saw that you weren't there, I gave up hope on everything. I got up and wrapped myself up in the cold, I stared out of my window and painted pictures in my head. The scent of my bed ain't the same without you, And I can't even recognize the smell of my own home. Jump, My feet are screaming Jump. You know that you can do it, And this will all be over. My eyes roll into the back of my head As I try to fight the sensation. I know what I want, And I know what is best, And, sadly, they do not coincide. I know why I'm here, Though I wish that I weren't And it's eating at my last will. Last night, we died And buried ourselves beneath the tree, Except you weren't there, It was only me And though it wasn't death, I prayed to God it could be, But if God answered prayers, Who knows where I would be. I've reached critical mass From these constant attacks From my lousy grey mass Sending shocks down my back And my spine, how it shatters, It cracks and it creaks And my brain, how it spatters, It spills and it leaks. If we can't control death, How can we control our lives? And if we're the image of God, Why are there limits to our minds? Buried beneath the tree, I beg and plead release from hell As if heaven ever existed, I know God would never tell.

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released July 19, 2012

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Eric Buman and Mark Graziano at Maerick Productions in Erie, PA during the summer of 2012.
All music and lyrics by The Concrete Summer.

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Emo band from Erie, Pennsylvania. Driftwood Records.

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