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Breathing Room

by Bucky Harris

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1.
Let Go 01:51
I've been trying to change, but I'm comfortable in complacency Old habits deep engrained, but I'm desperate to let go. I've been trying to grow, but I'm so at home in the undertow. Am I too far gone, or might this current let go? The past couple years, I've watched myself choke on all the words my worried mind refused to share. The past couple years, I've felt myself trip on every opportunity too promising. How I've learned to tread... in the shallow end of regret. Have I finally had enough? I've been trying to change, but I'm comfortable in complacency Old habits deep engrained, but I'm desperate to let go. I've been trying to grow, but I'm so at home in the undertow. Am I too far gone, or might this current let go? The past couple months, I've been chased by fever dreams, dark visions of a woefully unaccomplished me. The past couple months, I've been tortured by these thoughts, too hopeful ripe and promising to be left to rot. Could it be I can still overcome? I've been trying to change, but I'm comfortable in complacency Old habits deep engrained, but I'm desperate to let go. I've been trying to grow, but I'm so at home in the undertow. Am I too far gone, or might this current let go? I'm learning to let go. I'm stuck.
2.
We are the kids with the broken arrows, quick on the draw, but prone to stumble We are the ones, born, bred high-strung, desperate for a chance to thrive, but lost in this world come undone Oh we will wade, through this life, in search of some place That we know, was long ago sunk Waking up, the shakes again, turn towards some medicine, talk yourself into getting up, making yet another go at it But the blows are heavy and quick to come, the weight’s too much, can’t work it off Burn through the reserves of the hope that you hold, the waves crash against, unmercifully cold, dragging you back to the depths. We are the kids with the broken arrows, quick on the draw, but prone to stumble We are the ones, born, bred high-strung, desperate for a chance to thrive, but lost in this world come undone Oh they will scold, you for refusing, to do as they did But they took, and left us with ruins Judgement passed like sage advice, but who’s really making sacrifice, The generation of excess, who lost it all or those who came next? We’re broken and we drown in debt, we medicate to quell the stress, But it costs more to live in this world than it pays, and we believe in paying folks a fare wage, Call it entitlement? It’s necessary change. Call... us weak… if you want (Simultaneous back-ups) We might never thrive, but we won’t compromise, we’d rather starve than repeat your mistakes But if we live… like you… we won’t last long (Simultaneous back-ups) We might never thrive, but we won’t compromise, we’d rather starve than repeat your mistakes We are the kids with the broken arrows, quick on the draw, but prone to stumble We are the ones, born, bred high-strung, desperate for a chance to thrive. We are the kids with the broken arrows, quick on the draw, but prone to stumble We are the ones, born, bred high-strung, fighting for a chance to thrive, In this world undone
3.
Tired Tales 02:06
There's split veins dripping red from the grapevines, Bloody lips that love the taste, love to imbibe, Nostalgia kisses the tongue and leads you home, But it's a stumbling walk and those hurt the most. All the memories, so dear to me, they all blur with age and the decay of camaraderie, These old storybooks, oh how they fade. There's something oh so romantic about the nights spent steeped in red, A kinship traced traced through eons of those who came , inspired and left. But these blood red stains don't make a masterpiece. These evenings lost in drink, I can no longer see them with that rosy tint. There's split veins dripping red from the grapevines, Bloody lips that love the taste, love to imbibe, Nostalgia kisses the tongue and leads you home, But it's a stumbling walk and those hurt the most. All the memories, so dear to me, they all blur with age and the decay of camaraderie, These old storybooks, oh how they fade. We grew up armed with such high hopes. We bottled inspiration like our heroes. But as the years went by, and these legends lost their shine, We watched ourselves become ghosts. There's blood, there's blood, there's blood on the page, Stick a knife into the spine and you can watch it cascade. There's blood, there's blood, there's blood on the page, Is there time to rewrite the lines or is it too late? There's blood, there's blood, there's blood on the page, There's blood but we're dying to wash it clean. There's split veins dripping red from the grapevines, Bloody lips that love the taste, love to imbibe, Nostalgia kisses the tongue and leads you home, But it's a stumbling walk and those hurt the most. All the memories, so dear to me, they all blur with age and the decay of camaraderie, These old storybooks, oh how they fade.
4.
Thanks 01:50
Was it the darkness on the edge of town, An addiction to such bad ideas, or the disco breaking down? Or something dormant born in me. From the albums that my father played, Or my own dive into these record crates, For what I lack, I'm never going back... no I'm never going back to sleep. Is it too much to wear it on my sleeve? You'll never know how much your songs meant to me. Was it the little brother in my head, the sound of Montreal bleeding, a coral fang that pierced, Or something else under my skin. From the shows where I came alive, The long walks home those drunken nights, Screaming so loud, trying to learn how... I was trying to learn how to sing. Is it too much to wear it on my sleeve? You'll never know how much your songs... They meant to me when I was praying for thunder, A melody to take me away, long nights at home... Is it too much? Your melodies they took root in these bones. |Your every word lending breath to these lungs forever more. Won't you take me? Up all night, I was praying for thunder, a melody to take me away... And then you came along.

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released October 6, 2018

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