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Sitting
03:09
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A starched pressed shirt
It's black, buttoned up to the neck
You mourn the loss of the things you can't get back
Make sure the lighting is right in the frame by the box
Your hair is tangled and taped up in archetypical locks
And you mourn the loss of your equivocal self
You're resting past refrains of hope you get well
You shred the cards
You hum melodies
Of songs that you’d heard before
The familiar lines of forgotten words
Of dying young, your brother’s songs
Caesura, vertigo, and counting wrong
But this doesn't feel like falling
This doesn't feel like falling
Until you're face up in a smaller bed
Surrounded by friends that you've never met
Who talk about food and the places you've been
They ask have you found god
Have you seen him
I'm sure
He will love the stories you tell
You're resting past refrains of hope you get well
You shred the cards
You hum melodies
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2. |
Kicking
01:05
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Forgive me, I am kicking
At your windows, with both feet
Forget me, I am kicking
At your windows, with both feet
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Perfect Spirals
02:51
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Cut down the trees except the ones by the road
You spent a whole summer trying to sweat out the drugs
You said that “there's new patches on my jacket
And on my skin, with names and brands, I can't tell where denim ends or begins”
There's this journal that i have
Where I write when i can
Little things I should say
But I can't understand
They go line by line,
Pretend the grammar is fine
Cut down the trees except the ones by the road
I spent a whole summer trying to perfect my throw
You coached quietly
You rolled up your sleeves
But all along I knew your words were final
The membranes and fulcrums of perfect spirals
Arrange my fingers on the spine
Calculate my release, make sure it's on time
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4. |
Cheery Menthol
03:05
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I think it's terrifying
I think it is quite scary
That as the seasons change my breath it goes to menthol cherry
I’ve got an IV of black coffee and my throats too sore to smoke
Yet I romanticize the two because it makes me feel composed
I’m power washing paint
To prepare for new coats
I’m buying salt to season pavement
I’ve been layering my clothes
The winter’s harsh on warm bodies
My heart's still pumping heat
I want to watch Fight Club with your dad again on dvd
And he’ll say that
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
I want it to hurt I want to feel like the man
That my father intended on taking his name
Creating a family and filling his frames
I’ve got paintings on the wall with artist's names I can't pronounce
You know that when I write these songs I get caught up in the pronouns
It's the way that I write these things that I feel that lets me step back and
say that
You’re being dramatic
Misanthropy is trite
Write a happy song for once
Well I think that I might
I’m putting postage on bad poetry
I’m too afraid to send
You know that i want to watch Fight Club with your dad again
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
I want it to hurt I want to feel like the man
That my father intended on taking his name
Creating a family and filling his frames
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5. |
Forgot
03:19
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I’d never seen
Someone burning effigies
Like destroying
The parts that work would help forget what else broke off
Would help you forget, the things that you forgot
You thought that you could burn pictures like your schoolwork in june
A shot of us, by your pool
Smiling for a flash -- before you were through
Sharing how expensive polaroid film is online
Sharing how expensive it can be to invest your time
You thought that you had found someone who's fine
At my very best, I am okay, alright
You said that I don’t want anyone to know
But sometimes it brings me down
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6. |
Bed Like A Grave
02:30
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I’ll make your bed like a grave and
I’ll be in your basement
Tell me when your friends die
I can come replace them
I’ve been next to nothing
Or at most adjacent
I have never changed
I have always stayed complacent
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7. |
Microwave
03:33
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Taking time, watching cars
Everything you’d wanted, for too long
Rewire your brain, shuffle the cards
Deal a hand that won’t fall apart
You said everything was easy
Turn off your brain
Trust your body to work
Perfect me, turn me on a lathe,
Get creative, turn my skull into a microwave
And turn me around
Till I can’t think straight
Till il I feel safe
Something simple, small, so nondescript
You start to stumble, stop to trip
Over brevity, you closed your lips and said
Nothing more will pass
Nothing more would pass
for a sad excuse, You said you’d stop
It started for attention, Till everyone forgot
When they should intervene
They left you all alone
In the threadbare remains
of your favorite clothes
You said everything was easy
Turn off your brain
Trust your body to work
Perfect me, turn me on a lathe,
Get creative, turn my skull into a microwave
And turn me around
Till I can’t think straight
Till I feel safe
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Ellipsis
03:17
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There's a journal inside your mattress
You write things down, lie spine to spine
You close your eyes pull covers up
They're unfleshed, they're unrefined
You play with syntax
Try to design
An honest rhyme, articulate
Try to link together lines
Pretend the grammar is just fine
But there's no subject verb agreement
You say sleep, you stay up
You're not concerned with passive voice
When actions were enough
To exact by me
Exact by her
Reach out to your muses, your dreams deferred and hope for
Holy hoped for
Angels passing bloody doors
You disrespect connected dots
Now they're crawling across your floor
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9. |
Varicose
03:01
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I’ve come to terms with the fact
As things turn green i turn black and blue
Suffering from a lack of a tact when I talk to you
Hoping that one day you’ll understand just what I mean
But there’s good lighting in your bathroom
I can hear you through the vent
You’ve been talking to my mother wishing I’d stop the arguments
With the mirror on the wall
As I thought about you bathing
Hoping water against tile won’t drown out your singing
And I’ll hear
Take my hands please hold me close
I’ll love you till our veins grow varicose
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10. |
Salt Stains
04:58
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Salt stains at the bottom of your shoes
Reflect your good intentions and the things you meant to do
When you'd walk through the slush and you'd walk through the snow
Just because you wanted me to know
That you cared
Probably more than me
And I guess that that is fine, I think I led you to believe
That you were overbearing and you care too much
i guess that show how much i know about
Being in love
So I’ll crush a word between my teeth
To keep the thoughts from coming out
Ever since you said you were going north
My thoughts have been heading south
But everytime I digress I put myself in a place, and if I stay there too long
You know that I can't erase,
The words that you wrote across my wrist and my chest
That say that you're all I need, I don't care about the rest
And everytime I digress I put myself in a place, and if I stay there too long
You know that I can't replace
The hole that you left
Inside of my rib cage, it is a symbol,
a reminder of my heart and your spade
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