Sleep Days

by Mr. Fahrenheit

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02:05
2.
02:49
3.
02:12
4.
03:04
5.
02:10
6.
01:57
7.
04:02
8.
02:36

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released July 9, 2014

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Track Name: Catchphrase
I'm in love and so is everyone else
I just wish we'd keep it to ourselves
Cause the most common thing you can find in the world
Is stupid little boys whining over pretty girls
And I just don't think I can stomach it anymore

It is what it is, what it is, what it is
It is what it is, what it is, what it is
I don't know what it is, but it is what it is
I'm sure I'll figure it out

You're not in love so how is anyone else
You just wish they'd keep it to themselves
'Cause it's just not a place that you could see yourself
And you're being told what you should have felt
You're sick to death and won't hear it anymore

It is what it is, what it is, what it is
It is what it is, what it is, what it is
I don't know what it is, but it is what it is
I'm doubt 'll figure it out

Well it is what it is until it isn't
Track Name: Dead Air
I guess I said what I came to say
And now the silence fills space to make it clear it's here to stay
And it hangs and it follows. Waiting for it's chance when words are swallowed
Mid-syllable they're doubted as if we can do without it
It settles so comfortably awful

I fill my lungs up with dead air. A cheap excuse just to be here
The silence creeps in thick as the sun goes down
I fill my lungs up with dead air. A cheap excuse just to be here
And I know that I can't be around

We're dreading that time of the day
Where we said all we can possibly say
And we struggle to save face but secretly I'm wishing for a word out of place
Just to find what I need to know
If I could change things thought unchangeable