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Windows
03:22
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My window
There's one thing that I can keep close
When you spoke
You reflected the words that I chose
Shed your cloak
I always feel like I misspoke
In the cracks in between the wall and the stove
I'm evasive and I'm sullen
With you I'm always full
Afterglow
Is something that I have never known
By the time it takes to stow
Every inch that I've grown
Oh how we start to mold
When our conversations rust
Well could you smell the must
Rolling through your open window
Comatose
Browsing internet items that I can't pay for
I punch the code
Am I a functioning liaison
Shed your cloak
I always feel like I misspoke
In the cracks in between the wall and the stove
I'm evasive and I'm sullen
With you I always fold
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2. |
Portabello
02:51
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Sweating I felt everyone's serpent eyes on me
Taking my hand you pulled us both towards the nearest street
Palms together you spoke of both death and conspiracy
Prayin to what you recently claimed that you don't believe
You were halfway gone
I constantly weaving
Stories to keep you holding on
Moral ground in need of
Assistance
Panting they held you down on the patio concrete
Panicked I had given up and I told them everything
Manic before that day I didn't know the meaning
Hands in your face your shirt ripped open your chest noticeably bleeding
I was fucking up
My high skies receding
Into the days when we were young
Or into something akin
You were halfway gone
I constantly weaving
Stories to keep you holding on
Moral ground in need of
Assistance
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3. |
Impromptu
02:55
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Let’s not forget the past
Was never built to last
It’s malleable with words
Contradictions, unworthy admissions
I never forgot where we were
I twist your hair
In a perfect rhythm
My feelings were always gone
I sit alone too seldom on these days
My thoughts too often sung
But I’m not here for anyone
And the more I start to stumble
This hysteria’s impromptu
Let’s not forget the past
Was never made to last
Though so many times I’ve heard
Old provisions though in poor condition
Somehow still holding firm
My sleep-deprived mind is craving maintenence
A plant wilting in an urn
But I’m not here for anyone
And the more I start to stumble
This hysteria’s impromptu
Let’s not forget the past
Was never built to last
It’s malleable with words
Past addictions
Though with poor conviction
I’ve got one foot in the door
I twist your hair
In a perfect rhythm
My feelings were always gone
I sit alone too seldom on these days
My thoughts too often sung
But I’m not here for anyone
And the more I start to stumble
This hysteria’s impromptu
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Upon meeting again
We drew the contact line at our tongues
Our lips touched while our eyes lingered off towards the wood paneling
And I'm dreaming again
To the scraping of our pasts now misaligned
There's so much that words can not express
It bothers me to death that I still try
Cuz everything is meaningless unless I have a part in it
I'm making amends
For something I've badly disguised
Any road dark enough to get a rise is a road onto I will descend
And I'm sleeping again
Though I couldn't explain why
The blooming, deep-breathing garden bed's guarded facets keep my spirits high
Cuz everything is meaningless unless I have a part in it
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5. |
Unproductive Analysis
01:05
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I don't know why you did it
Low reward for such high risk
For all the people whose first reactions were to laugh
I don't blame them
But when I read the headlines
I felt like I was trapped
Cuz 2 and 2 and 2 they don't add
No evidence of a plan you just came right out and asked
A thousand more may not make anything align
But if money=time then I think you'll have enough of it on your side
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6. |
Paper Weights
03:14
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Fuck my ambivalence towards something I strongly believe in I check out, I clock in
The payoff’s basin flows into rabbit holes and creeks frozen over, I’m flaunting the wanting
I keep my distance, I, wade in water barely waist high, confident, thoughtful with
This fragility hangs over my verbal virginity, I talk the, door’s quickly closing
But It’s far easier to deter my fears in calming discourse, I’m locked in, I’m locked in, I wanted in
The lense is fogging up, right when you lean in for the close up, elated, you’re fading
The developed roll, though envious of that not shown, it pledges its allegiance
Listen for the applause, intercom crackles, you hear your voice called, you waited, you’re wanted
Filter in your teeth, you can never balance the secrets you keep, ashamed and cultivated
You’ve got a way with words and a seemingly impeccable curse, you’re dour, you’re somber, you’re flaunting everything
But It’s much easier to deter my fears in calming discourse
You’ve got a way with words, a seemingly impeccable curse
I fold your paper weights, the base of every distinguished argument
Your consistency, your best trait, it baffles me to no end, I want it, I wanted in
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7. |
Revisiting (demo)
03:19
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I’d stick a pin
Into your insides
The plan I devised
It was flawed from within
If I was born today
We could walk in sync
But I don’t share
The things I learned from the revenant
They’ve never seemed more irrelevant
I don’t share
The things I learned from the revenant
All the things that you won ’t admit
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