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Follow The Map

I'll run away when I'm 17
My future, I've already seen
I see you and some grief
Lets grow old on the western coast
You is what I've always needed most
These times have got the best of you

CHORUS: I've grown so cold
Goodbye to pain, goodbye to love
I've lost all the feeling
This sea-salt air has overtaken my soul
Let it overtake you too

I've won all the wars that I need
And kept promises that I could keep
So this time, I have to leave
I'm dreaming, I can't fall asleep
My minds on fire
I lay restless, and tired
Have you ever imagined a new life
It's your choice, you have a second time
I hope you think more then just twice

CHORUS x 2

All of this is left unreal
Written down as a failure I feel
I made my move, I went in for the kill
I'm left bloody, and wide-open
My tears are leaving my eyes out of focus
We could live life the way we want
Goodbye, I'm sorry I've been so blunt

CHORUS x 2

I'll run away when I'm 17
I'll leave you when I'm 17

CHORUS x 1

Miniature houses offer safe spaces

In psychological terms, dollhouses offer a safe space that promotes total control. For children, dollhouses present an environment at their command, even if their own world is chaotic or full of domestic sorrows.

In a world where most millennials are unable to get on the real property ladder, it's no surprise that dollhouses provide a bit of wish fulfilment.

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Bar Wench

Lovely young lasses
With empty beer glasses
Serving throughout the bar.

Their sashay of asses
Deftly avoiding the masses.
Young men thinking they'll get far.

A mind on chemistry classes,
Inert and noble gasses,
This one has a full jar.

With a hair flip she sasses,
Another man she passes,
Her dreams upon a farther star.

Bullshit and Black

I'm about to give up on people.
Them and all their bullshit.

I want to crawl back in my hole.
Where the solitude is peaceful.

I'd be better off without them.
They wouldn't be able to hurt me.

I want a darkness to surround me.
I'll soak up all it's wonders.

I don't exist to them.
I'm just a figment of their imaginations.

I exist only in my head.
Only here I am safe.

They constantly ignore me.
Though I try to be their friend.

I want the darkness to take me.
Here, I can't be hurt.

I want to give up on people.
All the heartache they cause.

I want to live in my mind.
Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.