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Home
04:38
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Run, run, run,
I had it down down down
To leave this town while it was sleeping,
I thought it wouldn’t need me
Run, run, run,
I had it set set set
TO leave this town while it was sleeping,
I thought it wouldn’t need me.
But this is our
Home, I guess I’ll call you what you are,
A city holding all the hearts I’ve fallen for.
Home, I guess we knew it from the start,
That we would never get too far, all on our own.
So, let this city grow.
Sure, sure, sure
I’m still so immature,
Cuz I still passionately dream,
of possibilities,
And all my friends,
they still act like they’re ten,
But we all have a mighty king,
that told us we are free.
And this is our,
Home, I guess I’ll call you what you are,
A city holding all the hearts I’ve fallen for.
Home, I guess we knew it from the start,
That we would never get too far, all on our own.
So, let this city grow.
I still see, the summer fires,
the nights we forced ourselves to stay awake
To laugh until morning breaks.
Breathe, the summer fires,
The cracks and pops within the firewood,
the do and don’t, and would but could.
And be.
This is now our,
Home, I guess I’ll call you what you are,
A city holding all the hearts I’ve fallen for.
Home, I guess we knew it from the start,
That we would never get too far, all on our own.
So, let this city grow.
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Locked
04:27
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I remember what you wanted first,
A home made from the dirt.
I remember what you thought it worth,
Your years upon this earth.
How you dreamed, How you schemed
to build it up.
How you sought, how you fought,
to fill it with love.
But all these walls will fall
Oh these cracks, set, set, set, you back
And these creaks, drove, drove, drove you mad.
And these walls, could, could, but would not talk.
So this home, you left it and you left it locked.
A treacherous road that lays ahead,
You're standing on your steps.
A lingering thought that hasn’t left,
of all it could have been.
How you dreamed, How you schemed
to build it up.
How you sought, how you fought,
to fill it with love.
But all these walls will fall
Oh these cracks, set, set, set, you back
And these creaks, drove, drove, drove you mad.
And these walls, could, could, but would not talk.
So this home you left it and you left it locked.
Oh and these cracks spelled spelled spelled it out.
That these walls would would would come down.
And these creaks sang sang sang it loud,
that you and I were lucky just to make it out.
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3. |
Go
04:19
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I’m mapping out, finding routes, that are headed west.
I’ve dreamed of this since I was old enough to dream.
Before I leave, before the spring I should confess,
That I don’t want to go, if you don’t go with me.
We’re set like gold, and we still got miles to go,
but if you don’t come I know, it’ll never feel like home.
Mountain air and city smog along the coast,
Windows down, cuz we don’t care about the heat.
We’ll leave our tracks as our memoirs in the snow,
But I don’t want to go, if you don’t go with me.
But I don’t want to go, if you don’t go with me.
We’re set like gold, and we still got miles to go,
but if you don’t come I know, it’ll never feel like home.
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4. |
Write It Down
05:31
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I’m not afraid to admit I’m wrong,
No I’m not afraid to admit I’m wrong
Like you said I would be
Like you wanted so it seemed
I’m not afraid fall apart,
I’m not alive without these scars,
Like I thought I would be,
Like you wanted so it seemed
I’m not afraid to find your things
Tucked in between these cushion seats
Their only worth the memories
moments that made up you and me
But I’m still afraid to write it out,
Every word from the last round,
The cutting remarks, and words I dread,
All of the things, you should’ve said
And every word has held me down:
I’m not trying to place the blame,
I’m not trying to set my side,
I’m just trying to find a way,
I can get you out my mind.
I’m not trying to call you out,
I don’t care who’s wrong or right,
I just need to write it down
so I can get you out my mind.
I can get you out my mind
Tonight
I’m not afraid to hear our song,
playing aloud I sing along,
thinking about the late night drives
driving around just to waste the time
But I’m still afraid to write it out,
The painful mistakes of what we found,
Cutting remarks inside my head.
All of the things you should’ve said
And every word has held me down:
I’m not trying to place the blame,
I’m not trying to set my side,
I’m just trying to find a way,
I can get you out my mind.
I’m not trying to call you out,
I don’t care who’s wrong or right,
I just need to write it down
so I can get you out my mind.
I can get you out my mind
Tonight
Still too soon to, catch the whole view, I’m not quite the same..
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5. |
Maps
07:03
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The rising of your chest in the dead of winter.
Confide but don’t confess, you’re lost and turning bitter.
You said we’re like maps, we all change from battles past.
With victory and loss, only few will count the cost.
used in love and war, bodies tattered and they’re torn.
Drawn with lines and coordinates, used in only present tense.
And now I feel those lines, the ones that you’d describe, along my ribs and spine.
Where your hands would rest, on blood on bone on flesh, on fading coordinates.
And now I feel these lines, along my ribs and
The quiver of your voice, in familiar places.
distracted by the sight, of maps across the faces.
these maps are all I see, with each person that I meet,
all the places they have been, conquerors of continents.
Used in love and war, bodies tattered and their torn,
Drawn with lines in coordinates, all along our wounded flesh.
And now I feel those lines, a subtle haunting sight, along my ribs and spine.
Where your hands would rest, on blood on bone on flesh, they became continents.
Like pioneers we’d dream, menacing like kings, denying our defeat, sail until we sink.
The only guarantee, we have is history, and now it’s clear that I’m,
A map you left behind. With fresh enemy lines, along my ribs and spine.
And all these haunting lines, observed by tired eyes, along my ribs and spine.
They stand as evidence, the places I got wrecked, forgive but don’t forget.
I run on lack of sleep now, envious of kings how, the ignorance they hold, they feel indestructible
The only guarantee, I had was you and me. And now it’s clear that I’m a map you left behind.
With fresh enemy lines, along my ribs and spine.
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6. |
Need You
04:41
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Breathe in, you’ve done worse
in terms of bridges you have burned
Breathe in, don’t speak yet,
just let the silence settle in.
Three years, two nights,
no sleep with you by my side.
And I pushed back,
I pushed back.
Because, because
CHORUS
I don’t want to need, I don’t want to need
you tonight
I don’t want to think, I don’t want to think,
we felt right.
Pour myself a drink.
Pour myself to sleep.
Pour my self pity out on the pages.
Lock it up for good.
Never think what could,
never think what should have been
If I tried, if I tried
half as hard as you,
there’s no doubt in my mind that we’d make it through
and I’d be the one for you.
there’s no doubt in my mind that we’d make it through
but I gave up too soon.
Late nights, tv,
blank starts at the ceiling beams.
Reruns, all scenes,
channel thoughts of you and me.
And I’m tired, and you’re tried.
And we’re done trying to mend the ties,
so don’t think back,
just don’t think back.
Because, because
CHORUS
I don’t want to need, I don’t want to need
you tonight
I don’t want to think, I don’t want to think,
we felt right.
Pour myself a drink.
Pour myself to sleep.
Pour my self pity out on the pages.
Lock it up for good.
Never think what could,
never think what should have been
If I tried, if I tried, if I tried,
half as hard as you,
there’s no doubt in my mind that we’d make it through
and I’d be the one for you.
there’s no doubt in my mind that we’d make it through
but I gave up too soon.
I don’t know, I don’t know what’s left to say.
We left our limbs untied that day.
What’s said is said, leave it wrecked like nothing's new. (I expected you)
What’s set is set leave it wrecked like nothing's new.
CHORUS
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7. |
Mess You Made
03:37
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Dark grey clouds, have sought you out,
You’re running through, running through
A burning town.
Western reins, could not quite tame,
the start and stop, the start and stop
of borrowed clocks.
Hands shake, raging.
You’ve been, caged in.
Tell me I’m the mess you made. Tell me I could still be saved.
Blood dries slowly, I am wholly (responsible)
Tell me I’m the mess you made. Tell me I could still be saved.
Tell me this time.
You’ll make it right.
Tell me I’ll find.
Something good, something right, if I try.
Barren earth, and violent surf,
you’ve tarried on, you’ve tarried on
under a curse.
Staged applause, with no real cause,
has crippled you, has crippled you,
but you can’t stop.
Lips rush softly, oddly haunting,
Tell me I’m the mess you made, Tell me I will still be saved.
You taste iron, from desire.
Tell me I’m the mess you made. Tell me where I can be saved.
And tell me this time,
you’re on my side.
Tell me I’ll find.
Something true, something right, if I try.
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Lisa Ritchie Los Angeles, California
songwriter turned singer turned songwriter
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