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• Artiste: Races To April
• Titre: My Attempts To Sleep It Off
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My arm's too short to push you to the back of my head Daydreams pass for memories And passing out can always pass as moving on on these, my better days Try as I might, my attempts to sleep it off are excuses to see you even just in these dreams Eyes closed, I'm already asleep It's sad to say we can't survive outside the snapshots immortalized in scrapbooks and shoeboxes You can say what you want If we're not breaking up, we're breaking down How does it feel to know that I still feel you close? Skin never felt so soft And you're hair still wet, still in curls never smelled so sweet It never meant that much to me until now The doubt of every unanswered phone call and the ghost of every under-developed photgraph haunts me just to say, "I hope things work out" We know nothing worked out It's sad to say we can't survive outside the snapshots immortalized in scrapbooks and shoeboxes You can say what you want If we're not breaking up, we're breaking down In thirty years I hope that I look back and only see the smiles I saved, that I kept on file Having cut out the piece of me that just couldn't forgive and forget