Biography:
In 2002, From First to Last is a band formed by guitarist Matt Good and Travis Richter in their hometown of Valdosta, Georgia. Eventually a solid lineup was formed, with vocalist Philip Reardon, guitarist Richter, guitarist Good, bassist Joey Antillon and drummer Derek Bloom. In 2003 The band released the EP Aesthetic on Four Leaf Recordings. At the time, Bloom had been with the band a few weeks and most of the singing was done by Good and Richter as they had provided vocals since the band had formed, where Reardon provided the screaming.
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words don't seem to come so easy
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when I need them oh so badly
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here's to playing tug of war with my vocal chords
Dm
maybe I can give this another
Bb
shot or sing about a broken heart
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or immitate the way it feels if this is happening for real
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this distance seems closer
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when you shove it in my face
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this moment has left me with nothing else to say
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I'm losing my interest with these empty pages
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they're torn they have frayed edges
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this dusty book
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is bothered by my rusty eye and I can't see no I can't breathe
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put me on the next page outta here
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to live forever on this paper
Bb B
capture this void and fill it with the frenzy in my voice
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killing time by drawing faces that stare back at me from the margins
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in a sea of 8 and a half by elevens
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I'm drowing in
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treading through run on sentences
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and sinking into empty text
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i'll swallow the salt
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then spit a few dry words out
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this distance seems closer
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when you shove it in my face
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this moment has left me with nothing else to say
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I'm losing my interest with these empty pages
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they're torn they have frayed edges
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this dusty book
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is bothered by my rusty eye and I can't see no I can't breathe
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put me on the next page outta here
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to live forever on this paper
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capture this void and fill it with the frenzy in my voice
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no matter what I say no matter what I write here
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I'm sick of always looking at this page with a blank stare x2
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you never seem to know and they never seem to tell you
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words don't always come as easily as you might want them to
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throw this paper into fire and take me with it, just take me with it
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throw this paper into fire, into this fire
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