Scrapbook Minds

by Head North

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released 17 February 2014

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Track Name: Doubt & Deadlines
Most nights I find myself alone,
in the months that past since I saw you last, in the distance we have grown.
And my few friends they are repeating to me
how last year was hard, but this ones ours,
like they can't see the weight that's shaping me.

These doubt and deadlines get me on my feet,
point me places I thought I'd never be.
Doubt and deadlines get the best of me,
while I'm just trying to get some sleep.

But that's been hard this week.

I used to fight for anything at all,
but nothing's ever worth it anymore.
And my own brain keeps repeating to me
how I'm never good enough
and I'm starting to believe.

These doubt and deadlines get me on my feet,
point me places I thought I'd never be.
Doubt and deadlines get the best of me,
while I'm just trying to get some sleep.

But that's been hard this week.

I am more than the sum of past actions,
your arrows are forevermore a distant reflection.

I may not have much to give, but I'm hnest and thats more than I can say for him.
I don't have a thing to prove to someone who hides behind twitter alone in their room.
Track Name: Endeavors
Forever endeavor.

This room smells like hypocrisy,
or maybe its just me.
But the aftertaste is well worth the wait.
It just takes a second to sink in, and a lack of alternatives
to leave me bound to what I chose for myself.

She said, "Where'd you go? Even wanderers need homes."
So as I turned to leave I painted pictures on the sheets and
signed the corner
so she'd know
where we began one day we'd close.

Progress, march on,
further and darker into
the beyond of your front lawn.
Doors close, and I'm cold
but this life is worth more than shelf space,
and your scrapbook mind holds nothing but wasted time.

She said, "Where'd you go? Even wanderers need homes."
These endeavors are coming to bury this body,
don't run and go hiding,
you chose this don't fight it.

This can't be what I wanted, this isn't what I planned.
Good intentions break apart when all chips are stacked to start,
you cling to what you've wanted forever and ever.

She said, "Where'd you go? Even wanderers need homes."
So as I turned to leave I painted pictures on the sheets and
signed the corner
so she'd know
where we began one day we'd close.

These endeavors, endeavors,
forever and ever.
These endeavors, endeavors,
forever and ever.

These endeavors are coming to bury this body,
don't run and go hiding,
you chose this don't fight it.
Track Name: Tremors
The tremors never wait til I feel ready,
they flood my brain with photographs of you.
The waves of memories they are unending
and spawn from the scent of your perfume I've found on someone new.

Every night I drive my car and scream my sadness to the sea,
but its not phased it will, stir for days and days long after me.

Maybe next year I'll learn how to fight it,
for now these fits of loneliness will do.
Where I'm blinded by the past so I forget what I have
and follow your reflection as it mocks me round the room.

I took the long way down
so I could pass by your house
and see if you were gone and your light wasn't on
so I parked three houses down.
And I waited
for you to say to me,
that after all this time I wasn't the one you chose to want.

I have never found where I belong.
Track Name: Brooklyn's Burning
I remember being young when I would pass out on the floor,
in Blackstone where the ground was hard
but my bed was far too warm.
My restless bones they scared you,
you said next year I'd feel home
but you never could bring yourself to ever leave Buffalo.
And maybe its my curse,
but the alternative is worse.
Instead of staying stuck forever I will forever search.

I wouldn't change the way that I was raised,
but maybe its my turn to go.

Brooklyn's burning a hole in my soul.
Brooklyn's calling me all the way home.

Maybe it'll fix me before I fall apart,
maybe I'll find my peace of heart
that went missing before I knew that it was there.
But I still hear the shouts
they're still ringing oh so loud
in my brain,
from the night you took me away.

I wouldn't change the way that I was raised,
but maybe this year's not worth the fight.

Brooklyn's burning a hole in my soul.
Brooklyn's calling me all the way home.

I've never felt quite right in my own skin,
Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in.
Track Name: Jake's Apartment
I woke on the floor of Jake's apartment,
on the last night of a three month tour.
The room was asleep, but we wouldn't speak anyway.
I knew what you'd say.
So I laid on my back and traced the cracks in the ceiling
and hoped that it would collapse
and put and end to everything.
I need this day to end before it puts an end to me.

You'll get what you earn,
when you're just the fog that the dawn of reality burned.
And you're already gone.

I woke on the floor and when I turned to find you
you were already out the door.
You said,
"I can never be free,
I need last year back it holds the best of me."

You'll get what you earn,
when you're just the fog that the dawn of reality burned.
So read it in smoke and all those foul words on which I saw you choke
when you couldn't even believe yourself.

You are no friend.
You are no foe.
You're just another name I should have never known.

You were my brother, you were my heart,
but some stories burn so others can start.
The past is all ash and that's where it should stay,
locked in a box full of yesterdays
and you can hold it tight, and you can keep it close,
but that is no place that you should call home.
Progress is key
so take what you earn
when some stories start and

Some stories burn.