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a life measured by pet deaths - argos كلمات الأغنية

i’ve lived this day about a thousand times before
i’ve seen the pattern but i’m gonna do it more
i don’t know what to say
what do you mean?
you’ve never looked at me that way before

“i’m gonna grow up”
is that what you wanted to say?
or is that just what you wanted me to say?

atlas and his dog
rests her head against this calf

i wrote this part of the song when i was seventeen
pretending i was older than seventeen
i still don’t see why
there’s so many songs written about that age

maybe when i’m older
maybe when i’m morе disillusioned
maybe when thе head finally meets the heart
we can punch a wall and call it a start

did you close the blinds before you went to sleep last night?
did you open the blinds when you got up in the morning?
did you close the blinds?
did you open the blinds?
did you close the blinds?
did you
atlas and his dog
he’s not laughing she’s not fraught
and try as they might to add meaning to madness
whatever they say’s the same and that’s
“we’re not wrong
each of our pains are the one that hurt the most”
look your life in the eye asking why it’s supposed to be like this

and i’ve no idea
if i’ve earned the right to be
pretentious in a rhyme
pretentious in a verse
as if serendipity is something that you just can earn
through the correct set of lines
said at the correct time

i’ve been going through the motions of imagined thinking
and i’m thinking that i’m thinking that
i don’t wanna die in the same routine
and i don’t wanna lie in the places i’ve been
and i’m really trying to not write cliched lines about cliché lives but i’m cliché and i’m feeling that

i need to learn a new instrument

i need to peel off my skin
not as metamorphosis
more snake than silkworm
more self than selfless
more contempt than content because

i’m running out of ways to write a four_chord song
containing regular beats
containing regular speeches

i’m running out of time to write a forlorn goodbye
containing normal cliches
and normally she says that

“i don’t want to go home
i don’t want to go back to my bed
laying down and watching scratch marks on the ceiling
watching scratch marks and closing the blinds”

did you close the door when you locked the door last night?
did you open the door when you unlocked the door this morning?
did you close the door?
did you close the door?
did you close that door?
did you close your eyes?
did you
atlas and his dog
rests her head against his calf
and from mind to mouth there’s been misunderstanding
whatever i said what i meant was my hand in yours

and they watch the world go by from the baseline
and i watch my life go by from the lamplight

[instrumental]

i wrote this part of the song when i was seventeen
thought i would have taken longer to make my point
but who’s keeping track
other than me?

no longer pretending to be older than seventeen
for whatever it’s worth
whatever that means

atlas and his dog
turn their heads towards the maw
singing a simple song
singing for what went wrong
and they say

if i must be something
let me be something good
something that my betters hold in reverence
and when i’m nothing
i want to be nothing right
when i’m gone i won’t be wrong i’ll just be perfect absence

in the picturebooks
the photos we took
trying to rhyme our faces with purpose
trying to align our faces in time and sp_ce
trying to be
trying to be
trying to be
more than just

atlas and his dog
rests her head against his calf
he says i’m so sorry it came to this
but i’m so sorry is not forgiveness

like two deer seeing each other across a road
they turn and watch the other with gossamer eyes
like two deer seeing each other across a street
they turn and bound into the forest again

atlas and his dog
rests her head against his calf
throws his head against the wall
sees the end before the fall

it doesn’t get much better than this
it doesn’t get much better than this
it doesn’t get much better than this
it doesn’t get much better than this
it doesn’t get much better than this

atlas and a dog
they don’t know us anymore
they’re just people
normal people

and one of them closes the blind before they go to bed
and the other one opens the blinds somewhere else
as they get up in the morning

- a life measured by pet deaths

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