Every Last Piece

by Aspiga

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released November 20, 2012



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Track Name: Save Your Spit
Don’t you forget where you came from. Don’t you forget there’s a bottom to this all. Don’t your forget that no one owes you. Don’t you forget because I wont. I won’t forget that I’m tired and angry. I won’t forget that you made me feel this way. I won’t forget that I pushed myself this far. I won’t forget. Don’t your forget because I won’t.
Track Name: Welcome To The Sympathy Party
Because it’s easier to turn my back then to face the person I’ve let myself become. I have traded the best parts of me for a few moments of sensation and it won’t last. Sink your teeth in. Always so sour. You spit me out. Search my empty bed. You’ll find regret. Search my faded skin. Words I won’t live up to. Can’t turn to everyone’s easy escape. Influences? I say I have none. I discovered I hate myself.
Track Name: Winter Cleaning
I’ve carried the weight, but now it’s much too heavy for me. It’s starting to affect my legs. So I’m giving it back. You can have it. You can keep it. Because I just cleared my head. It’s organized so neatly on little shelves that I can reach. Felt it in the guts. I put that feeling far away. You can not see the best of me. No, not today. You’re not haunting me.
Track Name: Users
Fingers drag across naked body. Eyes, lips, and teeth. What do you see in me? Morning wants to show its jealous face. But for now the night. It keeps us hidden. And I don’t know if this is wrong, but it feels alright. And you should know that right now I feel just fine. Clothes pulled from floor. You’ve seen right through me. I fumble with my words. You choose not to speak. Cylinders and pistons this engine breathes. Drive slow. I’ll take you home. And I don’t know if this is wrong, but it feels alright. And you should know that right now I don’t feel fine. I have knots.
Track Name: Parade On Me
Water to skin. I try to rinse you off. Like glue to my paper skin. You keep on creasing. Anxiety from the moment communication is established. If I had my own way, I’d keep my mouth shut and so would you. My hands they speak, but they remember how to ache. Like sand in mouth, your words dissolve. They carry no weight.
Track Name: On The Defensive
It looks like you could use a moment to catch up with yourself. So I lay here in silence. Anger keeps me from using my mouth. You won’t look at my face. So we walk out on all that is safe. I say what I don’t mean. It keeps me from feeling anything. Lately I have been acting so selfish. But I don’t mind. No I don’t mind because it’s best for me. I make myself so damn sick. It’s ok because we’re just growing up. I can’t believe I felt so sorry.
Track Name: The Excavation
When I feel like I might drown. I put my hands together and I feel like I am a liar. I’ve exhausted my trust in most things and it’s taking a toll on my face. So I dig until I find every last piece of me. There are moments when I pause and I think. Depression songs are all I’ve ever had. These songs of misery and they’re taking a toll on my head.