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from Struckout by Struckout

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I want this to last
To be something that I can tap into
To use it for a moment
And build something to keep us safe

But it’s always creeping at the back of my mind
Am I breathing life into something that died?
I don’t trust my taste to heal myself
I don’t trust the sound of guitars for a second

But this is all I’ve ever bothered to become
I sacrificed every aspect of me
Because I thought it would “set me free”
Or whatever the fuck that means

There was nothing there when I finished
Just exhaustion, no completion
Good thing I didn’t waste years of my life, right?

Here’s to a sign of violence
Anything to keep us alive
When nothing else can protect us
And nothing else will open their eyes

I remember the sound of his tinny guitar
I remember the frost covered morning of San Jose
The first basement show in California
Aw man, I thought it was fucking wild

This is a useless gathering of ineffectual noise
But it’s pretty fucking cool, right?
Don’t confuse it for something else
Don’t mess it up for me, man

Play it loud

I took the words you yelled
Wove them into my bones
My message of worth in this world
The only worth I’ve ever known

Can’t be the only safety, but we’re alive
We keep moving
A sound cannot fight a war
But it will heal me, so I can

A love I don’t deserve, I give in
A love that needs to grow, I give in

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from Struckout, released July 20, 2018

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