Rivilin - Birch

[ti:Birch]
[ar:Rivilin]
[al:Birch]
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[00:00.00]Birch - Rivilin
[00:04.27]Living with the memory in the glass
[00:06.03]Everything is so white in the past
[00:07.99]Can't see everything I try to be
[00:09.83]Just ends up failing in front of me
[00:11.80]Brown hair brown eyes
[00:13.62]You can't compare someone's soul by size
[00:15.61]So I'm living with the floorboards
[00:17.53]Buried with our childhood lies
[00:19.50]Out by the back were our dog used to sing
[00:23.31]Place me next to him
[00:25.17]Well never speak of this again
[00:27.20]I found lust in petty smiles
[00:28.99]I got lost in you for awhile
[00:30.95]The ghost by the chair
[00:31.93]Looking at us still pulling out my hair
[00:34.80]I was the residence of your bed
[00:36.64]The emotions you never fed
[00:38.76]Even at this point in life
[00:40.08]My psychiatrist says I was better off dead
[00:41.99]So little birch come grow on my spine
[00:44.04]Be the one who says you'll always be mine
[00:46.10]But the fire inside never burns that bright
[00:48.02]Dim with the shadows a soul not in sight
[00:50.13]Being a wall flower is far from new to me
[00:54.11]Its blasphemy thinking this is what love could be
[00:57.87]Suicidal thoughts creeping up the back my neck
[01:01.40]Hanging the noose with good intentions and a welfare check
[01:07.51]Maybe I've just been wishing too much
[01:13.83]Maybe I've just been wishing
[01:21.02]Living with the memory in the glass
[01:22.79]Everything is so white in the past
[01:24.73]Can't see everything I try to be
[01:26.60]Just ends up failing in front of me
[01:28.64]Brown hair brown eyes
[01:30.49]You can't compare someone's soul by size
[01:32.39]So I'm living with the floorboards
[01:34.36]Buried with our childhood lies
[01:43.91]I'll park in the drive way
[01:45.89]Where this rain never seems to end
[01:47.85]Flooded gutters flooded eyes
[01:49.69]Stories of a time when we can mend
[01:51.58]But seriously since when did anxiety become too much to swallow
[01:54.99]My back burner is burning a hole
[01:56.38]Straight through my bones leaving me hollow
[01:58.89]I guess I'm calling
[01:59.98]Just to say I've been thinking a lot lately
[02:02.69]With dreams of dying
[02:04.12]I was stupid to think that you would change me
[02:06.51]I became used to breathing nicotine
[02:08.61]Every time our lips touch
[02:10.43]I guess this is a stretch
[02:11.72]But black lungs never really meant much
[02:14.95]I never did really mean that much did I
[02:18.87]I never really meant that much to you