by Spur

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released September 2, 2014

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Collin Bevan
Artwork by Erin Ryan



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Spur Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania

WB dream punk

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Track Name: Fugue
Find my breath
Choke on it
Safer in my head

Push me out
Burn me out
Safer in my head

My body betrays me
I'm leaving for a while
My body betrays me again

There's a flaw in my senses
I'm trapped in a fog
Crawling out from a hole in
the wall

Safer in my head
Track Name: Common
Remind me again that things will be just like they used to. I would have tried harder, but I'd rather watch you fail than hold myself responsible. Maybe I should have said more, but I know how much it hurts you when I don't say anything. I will always tell myself things will work out, but now I'm out of breath. Was I being too hopeful in thinking that you'd actually leave? I'll reflect on my worst times since they're the only ones that appear so clear to me. A blank expression on that wishful face. Distant, yet visible. Was it the hurtful words that pushed you until life was too much to handle? Or was it the lack of any sort of mutual feeling? I'll take it as an apology, some things are better left unsaid. I'll hold myself together, but you'll eventually tear me apart. I'll try to talk some sense into him, but I'll stumble on these words until I'm out of things to say. He'll look to me for guidance, but I'll just keep him waiting. Patiently searching for me to come along to be there with support. Loved ones bleed the same, but you're nothing of the sort. I'll probably be gone in a few months anyway and you could care less.
Track Name: Worth
Don't try to
put me in the way of this
I can't help
but feel the ice of

I can't pretend
I can't forget
I am nothing at all

Slam into the iceberg
With no comfort or hope
The sword is hanging
From a brittle rope