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Lyrics

She Remembers

Words/Music By Connor Crawford

And she remembers,
Those times when things weren’t good.
And I haven’t forgotten,
Those times when things weren’t good.
But she says that we’ll make it.
Yeah she says we’ll be fine.
I wish that she still felt the same way now,
As she did on that warm summer night.

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But she says that we….
Will be just fine!

And she remembers, Those times when I did her in.
And I haven’t forgotten,
When she when out of town
And I got with her best friend.
But I still hope we’ll make it.
Yeah I, hope we’ll be fine.
I wish that she still felt the same way now,
As she did on that warm summer night.

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I wish I never said those stupid things that I said!
I wish I never did those stupid things that I did!

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A Self-Inflicted Nothing

Words By Connor Crawford/ Riley Holgate. Music By Connor Crawford

And to you, I seem so used.
But it's all self-inflicted.
I hurt you, so I won't hurt myself.
And your self-assurance gets us nowhere now.
And I just don't understand how.

And to me, you seem so used.
But it's all what you inflicted.
I hurt you, instead of myself.
And your self-assurance gets me nowhere now.
And still, I don't understand how.

There’s No Use Screaming If It’s Not Bleeding

Words/Music By Riley Holgate

Unlocking our tongues,
Not making excuses.
To sweep the ashes,
Collect them to love them.

As I knelt near my fallen pride,
You held the smoking gun.
Tossing aside my years,
Thinking I could be someone.

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Spilling our guts,
Over these wires,
To bridge the gaps,
To find the final line.

As I stare into the lonely mirror,
New friends and old ghosts stare.
This glass is thick that I can’t break.
Yet I break of wear and tear.

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As the gunshot rings out,
I see my own reflection.
As the bullet meets the glass,
I shatter.

Unlocking our tongues,
Not making excuses.
To sweep the ashes,
Collect them to love them.

Trapped in this jail cell of a life.
Built by kissing consequences,
One too many times.
I shattered the glass and walked through the frame, To meet my own reflection with gun still smoking.

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