Bettlewood

from by Stokes Street

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I close my eyes, as I roll back
These hours, to 7, when everything was easier
Than walking around this town,
Where somebody’s listening, but no one’s around.

I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe.
You were listening; I’m calling you now.
I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe.
Are you listening? I’m calling you out.

I close the door. I’m finally home,
But these dim lights lack comfort; this can’t be my own.
Streetlights, blurred vision: one with stillness and motion,
I’m obliged to attempt fixing what was always broken.

For me, an option left for coping: Your
Ways of loving yourself –
But I’m different, no longer indifferent.
You used to be everything I wanted (to be)
Now I’m everything you’re not –
Everything.

The hardest part to cope with is
Learning how I can love myself
As something different. (I’m somebody else.)
You were always something I thought I’d become.
Now you’re everything I’m not.
Everything I’m not. (Everything).
Everything I’m not.

credits

from Bettlewood EP, released December 31, 2013

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Stokes Street Oaklyn, New Jersey

Rising from the ashes of the Oaklyn metalcore act We Were Once Heroes and the Audubon-based progressive pop punk of End the Charade, Stokes Street plays music about philosophies and feelings, and consistently refuses to die. #stokesaintdead

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