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Saving Grace
04:06
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We’re all so close to the edge of this cliff
Ready to fall to our deaths
But maybe something or someone
Will swoop down and save us
Even if it’s just one person
And maybe that’s good enough to keep
on living
Even though it gets hard sometimes
And it feels like we’re in prison
The shackles that bind us are breaking free
All our faults and mistakes that were made
Don’t mean shit anymore
And if anyone tells you otherwise
Tell them to fuck off (they can’t understand)
Chorus:
I’m not saying that you can’t change the world
But you might change someone’s
And everything just subsides when you least expect it
All the terrible things vanish
When you close your eyes and dream
You never really had a choice or so it seemed
The way things got out of control
And I’m glad you didn’t stop in your tracks
Cuz you wouldn’t have had the chance
To see how great it feels
To have a perfect moment engrained in your mind
And now there’s something to look forward to
Digging your nails in clenching as tight
As you can to never let it go
Praying it doesn’t fall through your fingers
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Everything is Beautiful
04:18
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They watch you as you suffocate
Reaching out gasping for air
As your face turns blue and
Eyes roll back into your head
You fall down and you can’t get back up
Stuck there on the concrete floor left to suffer
And as you are on your final breath
She comes and scoops you up
And your lungs finally fill up with air
Breathing for the first time in months
The heavy lead expels from within
While everything lets up for a while
Chorus:
A saving grace from the melancholy
The arms that put together the tattered pieces
That have now gone away
Except for in your dreams that you
Long for every night to keep
You going through the days
They always look in disgust
Never gave it a chance
To see the havoc that is so elegant
Watching eyes fixate on your every action
Chastising your every move
But ocean waves wash ashore to take
Away the problems never to be noticed again
Try not to gaze into the burning fire
of the past, the blinding light
Time is linear, moving forward
Don’t take a step back
Or you may succumb to the problems
that held you hostage
Damaged limbs reach out to show the scars
Engraved so deeply with a knife years ago
The fibers are growing over them
Making it less noticeable as time passes
A thing of the past
Everything is non-existent
Every morning it’s a wonderful life
The illusion of all things created
To stay in that perfect dream-like state forever
Where nothing seems to matter but the warmth and acceptance
When will these things come to fruition
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You tried so hard and failed yet again
But I don’t see it as a failure
But more as a lapse of weakness
A strong mind damaged by years of abuse
So don’t give in just yet to the pressure you’re feeling
The little voice inside your head
Telling you what to do
It could all be better one day
and you won’t have to worry
Then again i’m not really sure
And i’m not gonna lie and say it’s the truth
I just don’t know and I’m not gonna make false promises
I’m doing the best I can but is that good enough
I want to believe it is but I’m not sure what i want
We could find the beauty in this mess
The cacophony of sirens wailing in the distance
Still young enough to find the freedom if you want it
Just grab my hand and I’ll pull us out
I’m running far away, please try to keep up
And don’t stray
I can see the shaking in your arms and legs
Back here in the same place that I’ve been before
And I might need a little help
Anything to help me survive just another day
Is the medicine steadily pumping through your veins
Is it helping you feel better
Or desensitizing you
I can see right through you, feel the anguish in your eyes
What happened to make everything that was wrong
Seem so right and destroy ambitions
And all that could have been
Time lost to never return
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4. |
Lightyears
03:38
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So close to almost taste it
So far away to not quite see it
Held close to me, escaping my grasp
Try to grab a hold but it disappears
Where did it go, will it be back again?
Piercing iris into the soul
Lost at sea I heard a siren
I moved forward to only find nothing
Washed upon the shore feeling broken
Fell down a top a mountain
Beaten and battered
Slight grin on my face
Searching through the memories to find one
So vague and distant, can’t hold on
Leave the rest to imagination
The shadows put into frame
All the lines and creases
In perfect harmony
Chorus:
I’m just the joker trying to find a way
But it just isn’t in the cards
So I won’t lie and tell myself
What I want to be true
Honesty is just a matter of opinion
Staring up at the sky
Who else is looking too?
Somewhere I know maybe it’s true
Seems pointless to assume
For hours I’m enthralled
What is real and what is fake?
So hard to tell these days
Illusions right in front of me
The presence would be justified
The sounds, like music to my ears
Oh so bittersweet it would be
Ensnared but not yet there
Lightyears separate the mind and body
One on the event horizon
Other sucked into the black hole
Everything surely must recede
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Caleb Johnston Northwood, New Hampshire
I'm Caleb Johnston, a solo act, from Northwood New Hampshire. My music will range from Folk-Punk, to Instrumental music, Post-Rock, and whatever else I feel like writing. Not really limiting myself to just one genre.
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