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WEATHER EP

by SUNDAYkillSUNDAY

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1.
I Woke Up 03:18
I read too much; in and out of lines. Seeking out a place to lay my head and heart. How long can I be wrong?
2.
Eyes closed but we're seeing. Lungs filled and we're breathing. With hands and heavy hearts, we drink the happy down. Holding on to a burning string. Lines on my face from a restless night. Everyone I know became everything I hate. I know you're all alone. In your eyes it's always December. All grey colours, no room for another. I stutter behind broken teeth, words always fighting to pass my cheeks. If it's the last time that we'll speak, then scream it out at me. I said my goodbyes, I saw you smile; I'm the body in your closet. Nightmares and dreams; sleep turns to screams. I'm on my knees, begging for peace. Why can't you hear me?
3.
When this goes, you're gonna regret, hate you left. Regret those beds and boys you slept on. The tears you let filled up the bottles. The words you say, you never remember. Love on the line and then it's over. And hey, stranger. If you see her, could you let her know? She swallowed lies to kill the hurt. Closed her eyes, forgot her mind. In his room like I never happened. He leaves you feeling empty.
4.
Regret 01:16
Hurt yourself with things you'd kill to change. Swear to life it's over, this was the last time. Words can't be heard, but you're not strong enough for fighting. Your friends have turned their backs and you can't find a reason they're wrong. You're wrong. I'm the worst kind of person with the best intentions. Take me to the bedroom. Get the fuck out of my system.
5.
Dive 03:39
I know you're all alone at night when the clouds call and the rain comes, and the wind howls through open windows of your empty house. And your bed is cold. So you make the call to a desperate friend, he comes over and you start to mend. But it won't last, he never does. So you call again, your twisted list. I'm a on a mess on repeat. Is this how you always pictured me? And the dreams, they won't stop haunting me. And my skin, it burns as my stomach turns. And the feeling creeps without you near. I'll live one night for the rest of my life. Caught alone in the storm again and I'm watching through your useless walls. Caught in the act and I was never enough. Called your name and you were never there. Played your games just to let you win. Take me home and let me in. And I sang you songs for way too long. And I know the seas couldn't wash me clean. I'm ready to leave. I'm ready to live. Caught in the act and I was never enough. Called your name and you were never there. Played your games just to let you win. Took me home and never let me in.
6.
I Woke Up 03:18
What if I decide to leave? I can pack my things, find myself away. I'll live for free, 'cos all I ever had was time to spend on you. I saw your face and missed all the sounds you'd serenade to me. But I counted out, and found that this is where I need to be. I woke; Yeah, I woke up. Yeah, I woke up alone. There's a ghost in my doorway, waiting through the night. Smiling on a past life. Whispering memories. It haunts not what I do, only what I've done. And now I've got blistered lips from a million things I should have said to you. And bruised fingertips from a skeleton reaching to get through, "I love you." So what if we never find tomorrow? You'll always be here with me. A useless organ played me in and pounded me out.

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Rain spattered relationships live here.

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released April 10, 2016

All songs (for better or worse) written, recorded, engineered, and produced by Jakoby Winters

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SUNDAYkillSUNDAY Idaho Falls, Idaho

A lonely ghost in the atmosphere.
Cosmic dust plucking strings for all your ears.
An abandoned alien stirring a witches brew.
A gentleman holding doors for you.
The prettiest weed in outside space.
The harshest rain on all your things.
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