Metaphors EP

by Kirstyn Hippe

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1.
03:23
You've got me hanging on to your every word Tied up with only string I can't free myself from this tangled web you've made me I'm trying to make all these puzzle pieces fit But you can't connect two wrong ends I can't keep any of my promises anymore Worn out, worn down is not the way I want to live Somehow I've gotta find the strength to jump off that cliff And find my net, the one who will welcome me with open arms The one protecting me from the harm that would befall me If I were to keep falling, and falling, and falling... and falling Nothing I do ever seems to suffice Come on, can you just admit I'm right for once? Get off your high horse, drive me to an airport Cause I'm done, I'm done with you Worn out, worn down is not the way I want to live Somehow I've gotta find the strength to jump off that cliff And find my net, the one who will welcome me with open arms The one protecting me from the harm that would befall me If I were to keep falling, and falling, and falling... and falling Cause worn out, worn down is not the way I want to live Gotta find my net, the one who will welcome me with open arms The one protecting me from the harm that would befall me If I were to keep falling, and falling, and falling Find my net, the one who will welcome me with open arms The one protecting me from the harm that would befall me If I were to keep falling, and falling, and falling... and falling.
2.
04:10
Three hour drive, it's getting grey The phone's run out of words to say Nothing but commercials on the radio Where her wheels are taking her, she doesn't know Seems like her life is turning left Maybe nothing's for the best, with Golf clubs in the back seat, letters on the console Hats on the dashboard, tennis racquet at her feet She's drowning Living on wishes, breathing in tears she's drowning in her memories. Driving past airports, forests, and trains She's losing the battle of staying sane So she keeps her eyes fixed on the road ahead Running through her mind are the words unsaid Focused eyes, wandering mind, her thoughts have left her brain behind, cause she's got Golf clubs in the back seat, letters on the console Hats on the dashboard, tennis racquet at her feet She's drowning Living on wishes, breathing in tears She's drowning in her memories Though it's cliche, it's cliche for a reason You don't know what you have till it's gone You don't know what you have, she didn't know Road trips and skittles, state parks, and wood The ever present feeling of being misunderstood She's drowning Living on wishes, breathing in tears she's drowning in her memories In his memory.
3.
04:05
I live inside a house of glass, and I'm Waiting for a storm to pass To blow in these fragile walls I'm counting down a numbered list, and a Rock is clutched in my fist To shatter these fragile walls People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones But what if I'm trapped? What if I'm alone? and What if a rock is my only way out What if there's no room for doubt To break these walls, I'll throw this stone You always said that you'd be back But your words only left the glass cracked You ran off to your house of stone Without hesitation, you left me here Along with everything that you once held dear Now you're happy, and I'm alone People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, But what if I'm trapped? What if I'm alone? and What if a rock is my only way out, What if there's no room for doubt To break these walls, I'll throw this stone That crack in the glass loomed over my head It taunted me with possibility Made me think that maybe the rock in my hand Was the key to being free They say people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, But what if I'm trapped and alone? People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, But what if I'm trapped? What if I'm alone? and What if a rock is my only way out What if there's no room for doubt? What if it's raining, and what if I'm cold? What if there's sunshine across the threshold? To break these walls, to break these walls To break these walls... I'll throw this stone.
4.
03:57
Staring out my window, watching clouds pass by In these situations I feel like my life's a movie Add some dramatic background music, a breeze running through my hair, and we're all set. How does it end? I haven't gotten there yet. So many metaphors running through my brain Highways, chocolate, lemonade, but life's really just insane There's no prescription for awkwardness, no pill for being weird Funny how in this day and age, we want our quirks to disappear But I refuse to blend in with the majority I refuse to be stripped of my dignity I refuse to be a heartbroken mess You will never see me be a damsel in distress You don't know how it feels to be stuck in the middle of a hurricane Well I don't either, but does that make us the same? You're the sidewalk, I'm the chalk and sometimes we both get stepped on, but only one of us gets picked up off the ground, cause I refuse to blend in with the majority I refuse to be stripped of my dignity I, I refuse to be a heartbroken mess You will never see me be a damsel in distress Same chords, different verses, isn't that just how life goes? Never learning, never breaking free It's time to find some education, pick ourselves up off the ground And find our own melody I refuse to blend in with the majority I refuse to be stripped of my dignity I, I refuse to be a heartbroken mess You will never see me be a damsel in distress, no.
5.
Hey you there, I'm glad you found me Seems like I've been stuck inside this hole for so long I admit, things have gotten a little solitary But I comforted myself in knowing I was surrounded by these walls But now I can't stop blinking... So when did I become When did I become so sensitive to light, to light I've never been one for taking chances There's something scary 'bout the new and unknown But lately I've been consumed with second guesses Stuck between seeking help and doing it on my own But now I can't stop blinking... So when did I become when did I become so sensitive to light, to light I've found a solution, simple but effective Just go to the store and buy sunglasses! When did I become When did I become so sensitive to light When did I become When did I become so sensitive to light, to light When did I become so sensitive to light

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This EP was made fancy and awesome sounding (mixed/mastered) by Russell Haskins (www.youtube.com/russthebusker).

Cover art by Saul Perez (www.youtube.com/psaul3).

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released January 1, 2012

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Kirstyn Hippe New York, New York

Kirstyn Hippe is a 24-year-old musician and social media enthusiast currently residing in New York City. Please buy this stuff so she isn't broke. Really. I'm so broke please

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