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Hole

from The Party by The Hobby

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I trusted songs sung by liars lungs in an attempt to wrap me in love
Maybe the problem was never the crowd, but instead was divine intervention from above
I thought that waking up would bring a brand new day, but it seems I fell asleep a year too late
As you take my hand and leave me at the gate, a kiss from a familiar face

The grapevines on my fence outside are brown with faded twigs
Blocking off the backyard from the street, making distant connections with the alley
Where we ran as kids above cracking leaves, before the dream was dead in its frozen sleep

I didn't wanna be that hole in your head, when you dream about what used to be, asleep in your bed
Now the smoke is all around you, and in the orange glow lays the fires of the friendships I thought would shift and mold
In the house of the free, in the palm of your hand lays the only common concept you'll never understand
In the dead of the night, in the heat from the war of drained captains running home in defeat

A cold night in a dim-lit room helps to curb your interest in the things that you do
Under stars of the ignored and ceilings of sweat sits the ghost of the moment that you'll always forget
As you take a pull and you swim in the brine of every empty decision and every faked line
But off to the side on the wall, there's a sign
A warning of our lost time

Do you wonder how it felt to be the deer in the headlights along the frozen highway past Mile 99?
Family forgotten in the flash of the instant where metal hit skin and went skidding on the floor
Go to sleep with your loved ones, your dead-end prayers, your incoherent words left blissfully unaware
Sleep in the flames of your burning regret and stab me in the heart with your sharpened bayonet

When they laid your body down to rest, all I felt was bitter disappointment that I never said anything, what everything meant
The deepest regret, that you could've helped me fix this problem, but instead:
On the tombstone marked the anniversary where everything fell apart
And moving into this hole I should've known from the start.

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from The Party, released February 10, 2017

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Screaming into mics since 2012.

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