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Forlorn - gymicrae

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Curled up in a ball

At the foot of the stairs 

She stares at you 

With no regrets

as she pushed back the face of an open grave

She couldn't throw it away 

Even if she wanted to 

No one

Could take all the pain from her soul

And if you even tried to get close to her 

Well, there's nothing you could do 

And for every time she's the life of the party 

And for every time she's the light in the crowd 

There are ten more times she's been crying 

And there's ten more times she's strung out 

Shes strung out 

as she pushed back the face of an open grave 

No one

Could take all the pain from her soul

And if you even tried to get close to her 

Well, there's nothing you could do

Respect by gymicrae

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Hey motherfucker

Thank you for knocking my teeth out.

Hey motherfucker.

You fuck your mother.

You felt real big now then, didn't you?

Now you regret it, don't you?

But you're on the stand now, aren't you? 

Hey. Motherfucker.

 me.

Well, I want to give up.

I want to give up

You show that you paid for it?

What? Why do you take to with my.

I feel really big now, don't you? 

Hey, motherfucker.

But

Motherfucker. Hey, motherfucker.

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Glass Fucking House - I hope you came for the lyrics

Go out to the garden

 and pick out a rose to match your mood

  darkness is coming 

  sooner 

  than you would expect

   it's time to put down your regrets

   and if I could I'd put down all my thoughts in a picture 

   a thousand words per page 

   and then it would be right here

    in front of me 

    and I might let you see 

    if you know the secret 

    would you please tell me?

and I think too much

period.

and you think you're superior

It's laughable

 though it's half true

 and I think that I am serious 

 when you are half delirious

  the truth is on me 

  but the lie is always on you

It's dark the clouds

many times when you were just a child

 you left me laughing at your innocence

but as you grew this changed

You left me laughing at my foolishness

because I'm soft inside 

and I'm hard to please 

and I'm growing blinder 

everyday 

I learn more about the world

 I lose more faith

 in everything

and I think too much

period

and you think you're superior

it's laughable

 though it's half true

  and you think that I am serious 

  when you are half delirious

   the truth is on me

    but the lie

    is always on you 

    

    you can keep your mouth shut 

    but mine will stay open

all the hours 

all the miles

all the people 

who think they're better than you

 all your trouble

  all your toil 

  always laughing 

Pp as it comes to a boil

you can keep your mouth shut 

but mine will stay open

open

but mine will stay open

and if you think you can take your lover's hand as you break my heart and if you think you can take your lover's hand as you break my heart and if you think you can take your lover's hand as you break my heart

 and if you think you can

  take your lover's  hand

  as you break my heart

"8th Street"

found you ast 8th St.

fainting at 8th Street

how I wish that you would kiss me

scratching at my chest

like it would go away 

pushing over pillows

like feathered rubble

from flying skyscrapers

hiding behind windows

of offices and cars 

watching the neighbors

famous decision

to turn away 

and let a dream remain a dream

never met never parted 

is the best way to be

birthday present

never opened

always retains

saccharine innocence

sun-drenched may

snowy holiday

ever-shining

always waiting to be opened

foggy reflection

of fingerprints on glass 

scratching at the mirror 

like it would go away

found you at eighth street,

that present never opened,

kisses never spoiled

by touching shameful lips.

I found you at eighth street

the promise never broken

kisses never spoiled

by touching shameful lips

 

broken bike wheel spinning in the yard

is a monument to this tryst.

my fouled-up plans;

I'll never see you again.

as if I ever did.

foggy reflection

of fingerprints on glass,

scratching at the window

like it would go away.

foggy reflection

of fingerprints on glass

scratching at the mirror

like it would go away

birthday present

never opened

always retains

Saccharine innocence 

Sun-drenched may

Snowy holiday 

Always shining 

Ever waiting to be opened 

sun-drenched may

snowy holiday

ever-shining

always waiting to be opened

Part II By gymicrae

Part II 

By

gymicrae 

Walk through the fog at night

You're drowning in air.

Ten days of waiting 

And she's still not there.

You can almost see her

As she calls it to you,

When I'm a sudden flash

She's walks right through you.

It's kind of strange

How when you were alive

You wouldn't give

Hey love a second thought.

Now you didn't know

What to do without her

And you can't lose 

If you don't play 

And you wouldn't feel dumb

If you'd been a little smarter

You wouldn't feel so lost

If you had a place to stay.

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Dr.. Thank you for not being my team. Let it go to your. I need some reassurance that you're. Get out of me. I'd like to say. He died of.

Speaker1:
You show that your.

Bail paid for? What? Why do you take that charge with my. Big now, don't you? Mother fucker. You I made up. What to get from. I'm sure that you will be a lot like Jim. What's your place in my. Hey, man fucker.

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Ciao. I raise my. Charles. Grace.

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SINGLES EP OUT

http://jimmccray.bandcamp.com/album/fuck-a-dream

Mistaken

Fingers are made for frets
to you that could be an epithet
or my epitaph that would never be read;
covered in snow in a place you'll never go.

You really got me going this time
I thought I almost had you on the line.
laughing at me when I turn away.

Frankenstein's Monster

The Ambulance

Aerwork by Alex Chiu

Backing Vocals by

Madison Cano

I've spent enough time caring about you.
This is an old time apology for being me
no matter what I try to do.
You got the worst and I can't believe that you
cut into something deep in me
and made me believe that I could be

something more
than I was before.
Well, I hate being me,
but I believe

this situation calls for something that I lost,
you found in a clipping from a magazine;
you beat it into clay and you pretend to be

surprised.
Cut out my eyes
and call the ambulance.

The ambulance.

I've spent enough time
sleeping with my cigarettes
and drinking whiskey in my bed;
it was a good enough time
half the times I did it.

The evidence has shown
that I mostly like to be alone;
so cut out my eyes
and call the ambulance.

Was There Anything You Loved About Me?

Walking through meadows the picture goes to show
nothing's real when you live inside your head.
And the piece of me I gave to you is dead,
but there are so many things I still need to know.

There's just one thing I need to know before you go:
Was there anything you loved about me?

The star's red light destroys my eyes
and I can't cry anymore without you here.
My knuckles turn black from all the blood in them;
beating on the stucco wall with all my might.

But there's just one thing I need to know before you go:
Was there anything you loved about me?

Wishing on Running Feet

Say what you want to me

'cause you could never lie, as hard as you try.

Your face tells me everything;

your lies are betrayed by a glance that you take

at me...

when you think that I'm turned away

and you peel that smile off of your face

and your sadness starts screaming

and you can't keep fooling yourself.

Maybe nobody else

sees you like I see you.

Maybe I don't want them to;

well, I'd say if I knew

but it's so hard to think straight

when you're so far away from me...

and you keep wishing on running feet

to erase your memory.

Like pink rubber dreams on a black ink reality,

as hard as you try

you can't kiss our love goodbye.

Goodbye.

But, goodbye anyway,

we're leaving the same day,

going back the way I came:

Hands empty,

heart full of regret.

Heart empty,

but for you whom I miss.

Away for too long, but...

I'm coming back for you when the apologies are all through.

So, goodbye anyway,

we're leaving the same day,

Well, I'm going back the way I came.

The way I came.

But, you keep wishing on running feet

to erase your memory.

Like pink rubber dreams on a black ink reality,

as hard as you try

you can't kiss our love goodbye.

But, goodbye anyway,

we're leaving the same day.

But I'm coming back for you when the apologies are all through.

Well, I'm coming back for you.

SUSPICIOUS

The wind's getting colder now, but it's okay,
because I have forgotten how to be warm in this place
I chiseled into the hardpacked ground;
where I can be silently away.

You're messing with your hands.
You're staring at the ground.
You're suspicious.

You can't look at me.
You can't say a thing.
You're suspicious.

The funny things you said to me;
filled with lies you let me believe.
You're suspicious.

This hurting in my bones isn't easy to explain,
but I guess that dying feels different every time.
So I don't pay it any mind.

I'm taking back and keeping to myself
whatever I've got left-
it's easy.
Too easy.

You're messing with your hands.
You're staring at the ground.
You're suspicious.

You can't look at me.
You can't say a thing.
You're suspicious.

The funny things you said to me;
filled with lies you let me believe.
You're suspicious.

House Holy And Empty

I'm sorry for nothing
because it's all that I've got.
You drag me by my feet-
I'm bleeding from every pore.

It's raining on me, but I can't feel a thing.
My body betrays. My mind vacates.
Thus am I complete; house holy and empty.
My emptiness builds me a wall.

If you run, count me in;
I'll be behind you.
Walls may fall but I will not be crushed
as long as there's an us.

It's raining on me, but I can't feel a thing.
My body betrays. My mind vacates.
Thus am I complete; house holy and empty.
My emptiness builds me a wall.

I'm sorry for nothing
because it's all that I've got.
You drag me by my feet-
I'm bleeding from every pore.

I'm counting the seams I've snapped inside.
I've no blood to bleed; I only breathe in my sleep.
I say a name both foreign and vain.
I see my face as it fades.

If you run, count me in;
I'll be behind you.
Walls may fall but I will not be crushed
as long as there's an us.

It's raining on me, but I can't feel a thing.
My body betrays. My mind vacates.
Thus am I complete; house holy and empty.
My emptiness builds me a wall.

I'm sorry for nothing
because it's all that I've got.
You drag me by my feet-
I'm bleeding from every pore.

I'm sorry for nothing.

In Response To Your Letter

I got the letter that you sent
but I don't know what I should say-
especially since apparently
you don't want a thing from me.

So here you have it,
all the nothing I can give.
But, I must admit
I'm no good at writing emptiness.

It scares me some
how dumb I am.
I don't know if I'm in love,
I just know that I can't be again-
and I don't even know if I regret it.

So glad to hear you're doing great
but I'm sorry I can't say the same-
there's no music in my heart anymore.

That's not to say that you're to blame, though I'd like to.
You're the stain that I adore.
You're my sweet and tender whore.

It scares me some
how dumb I am.
I don't know if I'm in love,
I just know that I can't be again-
and I don't even know if I regret it.

How could I regret it,
someone that I never had?
Memories of feelings
are the only thing I get.

Bubsie, I can't take it anymore-
breathing these poppy-sweet pretend "I love you's."
Kenzie, I dreamt I was standing at your grave
where I could finally see your real face.

I'd never wish you dead
in a 100,000,000 years; instead,
I'll pull paper to pen
to get these vapors from my head.

I know you love me
because you always write it at the end.
Even though I know it's bullshit
I'll just pretend.

It hurts me some
how dumb I am.
I'm loathe to be in love
and I know that I can't be again.
And I don't even know if I regret it.

How can I regret it,
this something that I never had?
These memories of feelings
are the only thing I get.

Bubsie, I can't take you anymore.
Breathing your poppy-sweet pretend "I love you's."
Kenzie, I dreamt I was standing at your grave

where I could finally see your real face.

LEAD FEET & CONCRETE

I'm pretty sure I'm obsessing because every hour I'm checking my phone to see if you care. If you're there, my stomach does back flips on itself, I jump around giddy like a girl who just held her first boy's hand. And I land face flat and churning inside, brow-furled and misty-eyed, sick like I'm on the kick if you're not there. And I am beat up and rusty inside, my head is about to unwind, you're just what I need- you're the best type of disease. If anybody says otherwise I'll blacken their eyes, put out their lights. If anybody says anything that is of of line I'll make them wish they'd died before they ever met me. I love you so much that I'm sorry I did not know you sooner that I could have loved you always. And I hate you away without me but that's life- it's long and rotten- but I think you'll make it better. I know a mouthful of words could not convey the feelings streaming tears down my face when I think of you. You're telling me too much, you're telling me too much your words are like vipers that sting my desires leaving them in flames. I don't know if I can take any more of this heartbreaking love I have for you. To tell you the truth I'll always tell you the truth. If anybody says otherwise I'll blacken their eyes, put out their lights. If anybody says anything that is of of line I'll make them wish they'd died before they ever met me. How did you get me so wound up? Popping like a spring filling my cup with so many feelings, loving and ghostly, heart held in my hand, half in my head. You know that I'm ready to take a fall, break off at the knees, crawling and bawling. Lay at your feet, just like a dog, but if you kick me I'll walk away with your love. If anybody says otherwise I'll blacken their eyes, put out their lights. If anybody says anything that is of of line I'll make them wish they'd died before they ever met me.

I CARE

BUY IT NOW OR SOMETHING!

Been carrying hurt for too long
-carrying these stupid songs-
and when I'm too tired to go on,
I'll just get drunk.

Nate I've missed you all these years
and Mike, your voice I'd love to hear
singing sweet right next to me-
I'm sorry.

Amanda, I'm glad you finally said
you didn't want to be my friend
because I was waiting for so long
and now my promise has been kept.

Lisa, I love you so bad,
you really could have been the best,
but things they don't turn out the way we wanted them.

it's a lonely, lonely road
it's a lonely road to go
it's a lonely road to go alone
when You've got so many friends.

And, I care.

Love ain't dead yet,
just torn up a bit,
and that's okay.
I know I've got some new friends coming my way.

Yeah, the road, it sucked,
it was all fucked up,
but I'm just happy I can say:
I ain't dead yet.

it's a lonely, lonely road
it's a lonely road to go
it's a lonely road to go alone
when You've got so many friends.

PAINT A PICTURE

If there were one thing that I could do, I would not hesitate. If there were ten things that I could do, I would do every one before that day were through. And when I go for a kiss, I always miss. It's not my aim, I know, but it hurts me so to miss those lips. Move out of my way- I'm coming through. If you don't want to listen, you don't have to; but I've got to say I've really missed you, and when I hold you I've always known you. You always say that you don't know me. I think that's bullshit and you know this. If you want to convince me it's real easy; you've just got to do it to yourself first. Paint a picture for please because I'm running out of memories. Take your picture with me please so I don't forget you- as if I could. So I'll hug myself to sleep tonight, but if you're smart it'll be you the next time. You could be my blanket every night- I'd wear your arms like a sweater so tight. But if you don't catch up to me soon I might just grow out of you and you could be painting those pictures alone just like so many years ago. Paint a picture with me please because I'm running out of memories. Take your picture with me please so I don't forget you- as if I could. Paint a new picture with me so I don't forget you- as if I could.