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Awake For Days

from Talking To My Younger Self EP by Ian Taylor

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You don't want me unless you're high.
You don't need me until you're crying about some guy
who screwed you over the millionth time
and like the fool I am, I try to fix you the best I can
until you don't need me again.

All that's left is some cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey
some awful regrets and the height I'm standing ain't enough to kill me
so maybe I should climb higher, dear.
Cause I've been awake for days.

So lose all fear and wait for the night to begin.
Cause we're all dead here, just trapped in living skin.
And this photograph's starting to mean nothing.
There's Rolling Stone magazines scattered on my floor
guess I'm trying to put together something more.

I'm trying to forget my name.
I'm throwing rocks at trains in the Christmas rain.
And I guess nothing's changed.

Sweetheart you're an ancient memory of rope burned fate.
Diary entries filled with an endless rage.
And words fall off an ageless page.
And I've been awake for days.
I've been awake for days.

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from Talking To My Younger Self EP, released November 25, 2014

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