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Milo Duhn - Catato
03:59
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“I’m bad at introductions”
That’s something that I used to say to myself a year ago
Yet today is another day I dont expect to shine
Im to blame. Ive been putting curses on my mind like,
"Im bad at being social xPPP”
Yeah, thats a fucking fact sometimes, but we all have highs and lows
And thats the point :) Convincing myself its all so black and white is a choice.
I hope theres still color in my eyes. Well,
Ive been so predictive.
(Im losing the thought, I might as well just let you lead my mind)
That hasn't been working out for me,
(cause I feel like I know myself way too well)
But Im just a human being in my prime,
it hurts like hell, picking the same old scabs as time goes by.
Im showing off my weaknesses by making them all character traits.
(Stumbling over words to your face)
When I just wanna communicate sometimes
But Ive been catatonic all my life.
Locked away in a cloud. Precipitation wont come down.
I would stay if you asked, And I would stay cause I wanted to.
We could smoke some weed and watch tv like we always do.
And you can tell me all about all your dreams and visions, you’re gifted no matter what.
But Ive been feeling less like myself this afternoon and that can really suck.
Puppeteering a disingenuous facade of your genuine self invalidates everything you feel,
oh god, I feel like throwing up
(I promise im okay for sure)
Im good at being the person I wanna be
(I know theres not a simple cure)
I love all my friends and I love watching them all succeed
(Ive been okay with existing on the floor)
But I havent been utilizing the gifts I have
(Sleep away until I get sore)
Its easy to concentrate on the shit you lack
(I promise im still here for sure)
My therapist says I should focus on myself
(I know theres not a simple cure)
I tend to look at the dead and wonder how I can help
I stayed cause you asked, and I stayed cause I wanted to.
But It’s been 3 hours since I’ve been home and I miss my room
And I don’t know if I could handle more conversation right now
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You live in the bottom drawer
Of my night stand
In my bedroom
ThT sits at the foot of my bed. You live in the green threads
That make up the mop head
At work, 6pm on a Monday afternoon
N you come out
And that’s only cause I let you
you live in the beach fires of the 90 at Woodlawn, with too many beer and the degradation of feeling forgotten all along.
I’ve been, questioning how I move and I’ve been, questioning the sun and the moon.
And if this is done, then why do you text me every 6 months?
You say hi when you feel it’s the right time
The right time that convinces you the most
Confused and distraught strategies the words that I’ll text back for you
(To you)
Think back to convos had in my car
late nights down by forest lawn
(cemetery)
N how we’d planned
To meet again, somewhere
In Harrison
(New York)
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Milo Duhn - TBH
02:31
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To be honest
I don't think that I can solve this
Im feeling way too fuckin exhausted
(Im on the verge of an episode)
So let me speak my mind
Theres a man with my heartbeat who wants me dead
And I think thats a good reason to hide
A contest between getting myself at my best
and trying to be someone at all
I think I'll just stay at home
Where I'll probably stay comatose until I can't get my eyes to stay closed
It's toxic, trying to get through all this
I'm searching for a reason to do
To be honest
I don't think that I can solve this on my own
It's just like me to cut contact
with all the people I've been good about texting back
To be honest
I don't think that I can solve this on my own
Now I take a mental picture of everything I've littered
on the streets that make up the past
To be honest
I don't think that I can solve this on my own
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New breaths but old conversations run better when I know I’m waisted, you come along for just the ride. At least it feels like you never quite knew what fit, throwing shit to see what would stick and I hold my mold better when I’m alone. I guess I’ll, know what I felt, when I see you tied down with someone else. No there’s no reason to hide, things we feel it’s alright. At last be mine or I’ll hate you. At last be mine or I’ll hate you, you you you, you you you.
Cause I know best when I’m all undressed in your arms between your hips. Loving patiently I miss. I miss how you’d leap from each given tree, with the roots tied in my heart. You just caught me at a bad time. At a bad time.
I guess I’ll know what I felt, when I see you tied down with someone else. And there’s no need to hide, things that we feel it’s alright. At last be mine, or I’ll hate you
At last be mine, or I’ll hate you. You you you, you you you.
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I wish I was exceptional
And I hope it's just a matter of time
Before I come back to life
I hope it's just a matter of time
Before I go back to feeling like this is therapeutic
I tend to not feel anything
When I haven't written anything
I haven't scheduled anything in
Thought that I should mention that I have the same questions
That I had a year ago
Should I reach out or let go
I trust your intentions
But I'm concerned where your head is
You're so quick to assume Im the only one who needs to digest
I can't picture myself in your shoes
I can't even walk to save my life
I get way too lost in the blues sometimes
And I'm a goddamn wreck
I feel bleak at my best
That's as good as it gets
And I don't know what to believe in anymore
There's a weight on my chest
and I'm too fucking invested
There's so much mistrust
This anxious chapter has gone too long
I'll try to stop telling myself there's more to be done
And I'm stuck
You don't care either way if I get up
It's easier to smile and wave goodbye while you leave me in the dust
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You got your head stuck in your academics. You don’t remember who you used to be. Every step you take is with a balance. You don’t walk the same to me.
I guess if it’s something that makes you happy.
I guess if it’s something that makes you glad.
I guess if it’s something that makes you happy, then it can’t happen. At least not yet.
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7. |
Milo Duhn - Cliche
05:47
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I've been assembling my debts
to overdue self-respect
I try to wake up before I go back to bed
And now I miss all the innocence
I've been addicted to the state
of mental escape
With the flick of a lighter
I'm getting high everyday
I've been in no rush to change
I need to change
I just wanna know
When will this end
And when can I see you again
Because it feels like all expression
Is just a game of pretend
Whenever I'm stuck in my head
It's so nice to have a person to help catch a break
From us tripping down steps back to dissociation
I've been feeling so numb with this path I've been headed
But now it's been two years since I wrote this song
And we have our own apartment <3
I've always hated the seasons
that give me a reason
to show no expression on my face
I feel so unfazed by everything
But you help me go through the motions
To feel good emotions
Whenever you're envisioned in my brain
The clouds start to change into sunny days
So lets talk about trips to California
And Drive out
Lets watch the sun set on the west coast
Until It's dark out
Lets do the things that we'll never forget
It's so cliche, but I feel something again
And I wrote so many songs
From a time that I used to know
Now I don't relate to most of em
Yet I don't regret a single one.
NoOoOoOo
It feels nice to have the records of the time that I felt
Whether it's love loss or anger or anything else
I have stories to tell
I have rises and falls
I've had a timeframe of static and conclusion but now
I have a whole live's worth of progress to give
and I have a half empty glass of water to fill
and I have someone telling me old from the new
Can I do the same for you
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8. |
Cooper Taylor - J
01:46
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I think real deep, bout what you said
And how you think being happy is ignoring all these feelings. Look at the facts. Your accomplishments no matter how big or small they’d be, no one just starts off amazing. You can’t get what you want in the end if you never, fight for it.
J baby I’m tryin my best for the both of us,
But lately, falling asleep at the wheel has been the go to move
It’s not because of you, Or anything that you do. It’s not because of you, or anything thing that you do.
(Falling asleep at the wheel)
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Milo Duhn Buffalo, New York
Alternative artist from Buffalo NY. Friendly neighborhood saltine trying his best.
Check me out on Facebook and Instagram. Email-duhnsongs@gmail
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