Sharp Horns from Basements EP by The Grool Brothers

I've got a stack of pictures of my face
I'd say they're better than reflections
My eyes stay on the same side
You can't seem to see the mistakes that I've made

Between mile-markers, mirrors, and familiar lips
To the poison I can't shake from my fingertips
I'll leave my history behind me
But am I doomed to repeat it?

Those thoughts they keep coming back again
They say "I want to, I want to, I want to know" and
Those thoughts they keep coming back again
They say "I want to, I want to, I want to know, but I can't"

Left my initials in the pavement
I carved my name into wood docks and bridges
I let myself drown at Ocbow
and I left marks and scars on everyone that I know

Those thoughts they keep coming back again
They say "I want to, I want to, I want to know" and
Those thoughts they keep coming back again
They say "I want to, I want to, I want to..."

But I keep reminding myself of the long drives and speakers
the time spent in my head confirming all my fears
the late nights spent drinking
the textbooks
the secrets
the laughing
the crying
the time I was buying
the songs that I've written
the things I've been given
these loose ends
and new friends
beginning again
talking about it
and starting a new life
and wishing and hoping that things will be alright

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