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Father I am not the person you pin me as
I'm a liar, a thief, and I've made my own bed
I've dirtied the sheets and now I need to rest
But I can't and you know that it's not in my head
But if we could slow it down and turn time back, you know I would

Father my conscious needs to be swept clean
Under a rug or table is where it could be
Because it's sitting in the chair and it's staring at me
Make it disappear so that I can be free
'Cause if I was free, I could be far away from here and not next to you
And he said "son, I already know"

Father I find myself wondering a lot
About other places where I am not
'Cause if I take this guitar and the wood doesn't rot
I'll be around some day when I decide to stop

Father your words are needed this time
Don't you forget about the rest of this life

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from House above an Apartment (2015​-​2016 Demos), released October 8, 2016

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