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The Year In Review | Her Space Holiday

This year went by in the usual way

Some friends were lost, some friends were made
Money was spent, money was saved
And in the end we’re all okay
In the end we’re all okay

Maps were drawn and plans were blown
A ring was bought and rice was thrown
She’ll sit in the second row
Looking at her heart up on the stage
What a way to end her day

If time is measured in memories
Don’t set your clock to misery
The clicks should come from what you got
And not the things that you lost
Sing out, sing out, sing out your joy
Raise up, raise up, raise up your voice

And life goes on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on 
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

Her love lies in a hospital bed
With tubes and wires that keep him fed
And when the lights go green to red
She whispers: “I wish that I could take your place
Because I don’t think that I could stand to sleep
Inside of our wedding bed
Without your kisses and your freezing feet
Or getting dressed inside a closet
Filled with your old clothes
One thousand picture frames screaming out
He’s not coming home,”

Because time elapsed photography
Will hold your smiles unnaturally
Your face is framed with what you lost
And not the things that you want

Sing out, sing out, sing out your joy
Raise up, raise up, raise up your voice

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The Great Parade (Molly & James) | Her Space Holiday | The Past Presents the Future

As she lies in the bed with the sound of her own breathing
A little voice in her head keeps on repeating,
“Prepare my dear cause things are about to change.”

There’s a tiny tap in the center of her window
Her best friend James says, “Molly why don’t we go
As far away from this town as we can?”

He continues,
“My dad is a damn no good liar
He told me my mom went to live up in the sky
But when I look up all I see are stars from moving cars.”

I push my insides, outsides,
Living here for far too long.
You are my best part, fresh start.
I’m hoping that you come along
So come along

“Honey, don’t be scared, I know just where she’s hiding.
The answers in this book that I’ve been reading,
The same one she would read to me each night.

It’s about a place at the bottom of the ocean.
She would always sigh, ‘how I wish that I could go there.’
So let’s hold our breath and sink into her arms.”

Because she didn’t want to break him with the bad news
She kissed him on his cheek and then continued,
“Go be with her. I have to stay right here,
but you’ll be missed my dear.”

Here comes your son
He isn’t all right

I push my insides, outsides,
Living here for far too long.
You are my best part, fresh start,
I’m hoping that you come along.
So come along.

And we’ll fill our pockets up and sink down with everything we’ve felt and seen.
We’ll explore the mysteries of life and why it hurts to love,
And in a way the comfort that we’re striving for, in the end, will be ignored.

Still, I think it’s worth the risk,
Even though that love and loss and tears and joy are just a different type of war.
It’s true that everyone must leave,
But I think it’s who you hold inside your heart that keeps you warm while they’ve gone away.

The Luxury of Loneliness | Her Space Holiday | The Young Machines

I’m up and down again,
I’m losing all my friends,
But it’s alright.

I’m forcing her to leave
And she’s the better half of me
But it’s alright.

I miss the both of you
So much that I can’t move,
But it’s alright.

If you give me a little time
I’ll straighten out my mind
Things will be alright.

I want to thank you for our talk,
Holding hands while we walked,
You made me feel alright.

And I wonder how you feel,
If it’s really no big deal
Is it alright?

You said there’s nothing for you to say.
It would have happened either way.
So it’s alright.

I think the worst part of it all,
You don’t know how beautiful you are,
And that isn’t alright.

Honey, I know you’re hurt.
Even if you don’t put it into words,
I want you to be alright.

Now I’m scared of this world,
And falling for another girl,
But it’s alright.

This bed gets so damn cold,
I hate sleeping here alone
But it’s alright.

This feeling is well deserved.
I’ve been owed all this hurt
So it’s alright.

If you give me a little time
I’ll straighten out my mind
Things will be alright.

My Girlfriend’s Boyfriend | Her Space Holiday | The Young Machines

I’m picking up the phone, and putting down this pen
To let you know I’m writing you again.
But it’s not the same - the names have all changed
And my best friend and ex-girlfriend aren’t to blame.

I did this myself - it’s a sick cry for help,
But it doesn’t mean the situation’s clean.
Additional stress that’ll come from the press
The mess I made putting my life on parade.

Now the writers can say, “We were right all along.
You can’t make someone love you with a song.”

And you don’t know me
But you owe me
A little time to find some peace of mind

And when you hold me
I’m not so lonely
It will be difficult to leave this life behind

My sister always said that hardships come in twos,
A funeral and break-up afternoon.
There is really no good time for anyone to leave.
In a couple weeks I’ll get my chance to grieve.
And hopefully by then my mind will be all clear
And I can cry for the reasons that I’m there,
Not for the all things that are happening at home.
The church was filled but I was still alone.
But this is not a ploy to gain some sympathy
I made this bed and now it’s time to sleep.

And you don’t know me
But you owe me
A little time to find some peace of mind

And when you hold me
I’m not so lonely
It will be difficult to leave this life behind

Its such a shame that the blame has somehow shifted to you.
We’re both aware through the years that I’ve been messed up too,
And I shouldn’t talk. I should stop. I’m digging deeper holes.
It just feels strange that I sing songs for another girl.

Tech Romance | Her Space Holiday | The Young Machines

I’m sick of seeing you cry and wasting all your time
On someone who will never care enough
To make you feel loved
To make you feel safe
I would drop my life to take his place

To show you just how good
Being touched could be
Commit these words to memory

For when you find yourself
Pinned in his demands
I am still an option that you have

So carry me around
Like a picture in your purse
And pull me out when things are at their worst

You can show up at my house
Completely unannounced
We’ll have that movie kiss we talked about

Where there are no words
Just a soft and gentle score
Our ears will ring from all the strings

We’ll let the screen go black and watch the credits run
And see the names of every one
Who we ever met
And who we ever missed
Each one had a role in this
It’s just another film that won’t get made

I’m sick of seeing you cry

Japanese Gum | Her Space Holiday | The Young Machines

I used to know this girl
Who gave her love away
To every guy she met
With all the games they play
She never seemed to cry
She never got upset
And one by one they came
And one by one they left
I thought that I could fix her
If she would let me in
But all of my advances
Were shut down in the end
When days turned into months
I begged her to explain
And this is what she sang,

“It’s not like I’m a slut
Or that I really like to fuck
I just want every boy I see
To walk away with part of me
Until there’s nothing left to hold
Until there’s nothing left to hate
I appreciate your help
But even you can’t save me from myself.”

I used to know this boy
Who took notes in a book
But he ripped out all the pages
Before I got a look
At all the words he scribbled
At all the lines he filled
But the ink stains on his fingers
Told me he was skilled
At capturing a feeling
That most of us just miss
The simple pain of living
With goodbyes on our lips
I found one of the pages
Crumpled by her bed
And this is how it read,

‘It’s not like I am weak
Or that I don’t know how to leave
It’s just that every time you cheat
You bring me closer to defeat
Until there’s nothing left to love
Until there’s nothing left to say
I know that you need help
But even I can’t save you from yourself.’

The Weight of the World | Her Space Holiday | The Past Presents the Future

It could be your southern drawl or how you limp when you walk
That makes me wanna say all those things I never could
A schoolboy crush carved into wood that fades in the rain

You were born in a Baptist house with a rusty spoon inside your mouth
The taste to go away
And when the sun comes peeking out you work until it goes back down
The days are all the same
A baby boy strapped to your hip and a tiny cut above your lip
That states, “God doesn’t save.”

Everyone who buys his book some of us get overlooked
In a way, it’s a shame
But you still walk in his light and say the same words every night,
“I pray the lord my soul to keep,”
What about the rest of me?

My faith can’t take the weight.

Summers came and left for fall.
Ten thankless years of working hard.
The school bell rings, the kids come home
But you still feel like you’re alone.

‘Cause your husband holds his whiskey glass tighter than a hero’s past.
Rip those black beads off your throat and swap them out for a knotted rope
The end is your only friend

Ears are full of rushing blood
You say the things you never could
Pray the lord that you will see
That my eyes bulge out and my body swing
‘Cause now I finally understand
Jesus is like every man
He tells you what you want to hear
Until you fall in love and he disappears

My faith couldn’t take the weight

When the weight of the world
Falls square on your shoulders
A pin prick or missed call can somehow destroy you
We all are victims with warped expectations
When people can’t save us we suddenly hate them

So much, in fact, that we lose our grasp on reality and responsibility
That we have to ourselves and everybody else

When the weight of the world falls square on your shoulders
A pin prick or missed call can somehow destroy you
We all are victims with warped expectations
When people can’t save us we suddenly hate them

Something To Do With My Hands | Her Space Holiday | The Young Machines

You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You’ve got your mother’s cheekbones and your father’s crooked smile
Forget all those places that you’ve never really been
And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
Let your body sink into me
Like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry
Or a fucking fit of honesty

I’ll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist
And my thumbs inside your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints
So your boyfriend has no clue
Of how much I’ve been touching you

My problem with me is my problem with you
It doesn’t take much
For me to come unglued
I put my headphones on
And hear your favorite songs
And it kills me to know
That this won’t be one of them

You know it saves me to think even for a little while
I owned the set of shoulders that you came to rely on
Like in that movie theater when you whispered in my ear,
“I almost didn’t make it, this has been my hardest year.”

Your job is killing you faster than a cancer could
So now you’re giving up like they always said you would
You’ve got that old map out now and you found the farthest town
You hope that if you’re lucky this is where you’ll settle down

I don’t care where you move
I don’t care if it’s far
All that I ask is that I know where you are
In case our timing is right
In case you need more from me
Than a bit of advice
Or a tongue full of sympathy

You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You’ve got your mother’s cheekbones and your father’s crooked smile
Forget all those places that you’ve never really been
And all those situations you somehow found yourself in

Let your body sink into me
Like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry
Or a fucking fit of honesty

I’ll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist
And my thumbs inside your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints
So my girlfriend has no clue
Of how much I’ve been touching you

A Match Made In Texas | Her Space Holiday | The Past Presents the Future

He’s towing the line he’s gender defined
It’s the magic of America we’re always so American
The truth of it is that he just wants to kiss
That boy that she’s talking to
The one that seems to own the room

The way that he dances,
The touch of his hands,
And the unapologetic way his tiny clothes stick to his frame

With blood alcohol and the drugs in the stall
He feels like he’s getting weak
He grabs his coat and starts to leave
With one look back he accepts the fact
It’s the magic of America
We’re always so American

She’s towing the line
She’s gender defined
It’s the magic of America
We’re always so American

If she had her way she would know what to say
To that girl that comes into her store, by herself but not alone
It’s her confident charm, and the curve of her arms
That tightly bends her circuitry
A twisted mess of interesting

The girl’s outside and she offers a ride,
But she says, “I think I’ll take my bike it is such a lovely night.”
With one look back she accepts the fact
It’s the magic of America - we’re always so American

By some off chance
They both crossed paths
And found a certain ratio that pleased them both and made them whole
He likes wearing her clothes she likes watching him dress
And through all this back and forth grew a certain innocence
He’s not a boy and she’s not a girl
Just two individuals who made their place inside this world
They’re destroying the line
It’s gender refined

It’s the battle for America

Both of them American