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Just a Placeholder
03:34
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These days I'm just a placeholder until the real me gets here.
Sunlight is going by so fast. How did it ever disappear?
I'm running out of things to say convincing you I'm not a waste.
I want to instantly hear back... let's save it for another day.
Now I am filling up a space with words that I cannot erase,
And this is where argument lives.
I line up in a length queue important things I've left to do,
And I can feel them all slip away.
These days I'm just a placeholder until someone who's real gets here.
I thought I would betray my past. Turns out I never could see clear.
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You ask me if I had planned on this, but you know that I did.
Maybe I'd let you set a path for me... when I've lost my means to.
I'm trailing, falling so far behind, and there's no way that I'll catch up
to the speed required to be happily on the will to see through.
So take away the steering wheel.
I told you that I could handle this, even though I never could.
When given many opportunities, they'll up and leave... just like you.
You push me, giving me candidness that I don't want, because you made it.
Why can't you let me have my apathy?
It's all that I can seem to...
Driving me toward the spot I always said I want to stop.
To stretch my legs, relax all day,
Yet still I want to leave this place.
Unqualified to drive a friend, you shouldn't make this choice again.
Endangering the way you feel, so take away the steering wheel.
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A Push Out the Door
07:56
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Caution to the Wind
04:51
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I wanna show up on your radar
And then hold back from moving in
The outer rings will let me stay far
To remove the human element
You're just perusing for survivors
Hoping that I'm tired of
Searching for a bait without a hook
The passion I admire
Speaks with such hellfire
Dodging every misstep that we took
To take white flag from out my raincoat
Re-route the course I've plotted in
You've got me circling the same boat
And there is no way I'm climbing in
The lure is gone, yet still I'm throwing caution to the wind
I'm throwing caution to the wind
Tossed into the bin
It seems I can't help caving in
Caution to the wind
I'm throwing caution to the wind
Tossed into the bin
It seems I can't help caving in
I'll let you pull down on the sails
If you let me leave this whirlpool
The current out here isn't stable
And I fear i may be changing you
Although you've got hold on the wheel
Turning even keel
Hands are firmly placed on ten and two
The trip has lost appeal
And really starts to feel
Like compass hasn't help to point you through
I think I'll turn around and stay home
Cause there's clearly nothing keeping you
After the struggling we came for
I'm glad I'm not anchoring to you
Caution to the wind
I'm throwing caution to the wind
Tossed into the bin
It seems I can't help caving in
Caution to the wind
I'm throwing caution to the wind
Tossed into the bin
It seems I can't help caving in
Caution to the wind
I'm throwing caution to the wind (oh)
Caution to the wind
I'm throwing caution to the wind (oh)
You're reeling back to pull me in
I'm throwing caution to the wind
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You ask me if I had planned on this, but you know that I did.
Maybe I'd let you set a path for me... when I've lost my means to.
I'm trailing, falling so far behind, and there's no way that I'll catch up
to the speed required to be happily on the will to see through.
So take away the steering wheel.
I told you that I could handle this, even though I never could.
When given many opportunities, they'll up and leave... just like you.
You push me, giving me candidness that I don't want, because you made it.
Why can't you let me have my apathy?
It's all that I can seem to...
Driving me toward the spot I always said I want to stop.
To stretch my legs, relax all day,
Yet still I want to leave this place.
Unqualified to drive a friend, you shouldn't make this choice again.
Endangering the way you feel, so take away the steering wheel.
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Nick Suda Los Angeles, California
Nick Suda is an independent musician combining DIY sonic exploration with pop music.
With nearly 30 years of recorded material, his sound touches on indietronic, synth pop, ambient, art rock, IDM/breakcore, chiptune & more.
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