Intellect Slang presents Growing Apart vol. 1

Intellect Slang presents Growing Apart vol. 1

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Just a collection of short short songs about love & loss, written over the past few years.

Know It All lyrics-
There's not plenty that I RATHER do. It's often that I act a fool.
I'm asking you, "could I please just get a laugh or two to know that you enjoy the conversation?"
And it's a joy when i'm relating to another person aching to find something worth the waiting.
What is it that you look for?
can you tell me the reasons that you read all those books for?
I've been asking too many of the questions. I'm looking for something more than just a blank expression.
Why do you like the things that you do? Why don't you share my point of view?
It's obvious it's working cause if not i wouldn't talk to you.
And you know the sky is the limit.
Don't worry i'm not trying to get all up in it, I'm just trying to maybe chat for a minute--get to know you a bit.
I'm sorry if the message always just gets lost in the scripts 'cause i have the hardest of times talking to people without making it all rhyme.
It's a part of my life that I love.
What gets you by when the times are justtttt so rugged and tough?
What do you wanna do in a couple of years?
What are your GOALS, your worries, aspirations and your fears?
I want it all. I wanna know it all.

Restart

and i guarantee you've never met someone like me. in spite of things we try, we're still fighting. no matter what the circumstance is we're still fleeing like fools in the dark. nicknamed you cardiac arrest the way you make my heart stop. retract those statements if it means we'd have a restart. and you depart. it makes me reach far. i have no way of saying goodbye. so i try and i lie saying that i'm fine. but it's not true. so i look up sappy songs on youtube. i hope that you do {too}.

flight school

"I came to give a gift that has been hiding behind the hand, behind this writing...in a place so deep in me. I had to close my eyes to see. Now I've finally caught a little glimpse. But what I'm seeing makes so little sense. All this time trying to find myself, but not knowing who I am might be the freest that I've ever felt. Still my mind won't let it grow, won't rest for a second unless it knows. But there really ain't a thing to know. Might as well let go, ain't a thing to hold. So, now my thoughts are like a cage and my heart just wants to fly. Wants me to forget my name so I remember the sky. Wants me to let go my brain, but that kind of freedom's terrifying. Woah-oh. Yeah. So afraid of the answer, I still ask "Who am I?"

I came to give a gift that has been hiding behind the hand, behind this writing...in a place so deeply free. I had to lose it to find me."