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the weight (8/2/19)
02:46
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kept conversations short and sweet
so much so it hurts their teeth
but it covers up an evil
center, better never said at all
the local ride’s a bad example
of the world you thought you’d handled
every summer runner knows the roads
then ends up lost in the fall
did they ever even know them all
i hunger but my guts are tricky
most nights spent feeling sickly
exaggerate the weight and say
it’s not that bad, i’m doing great
i’m just learning what i can take
besides i don’t know what else to say
then again
you coulda said nothin' at all
ended up on a stage
just to feel a little tall
if it hurts at first
you’ll know it’s working
didn’t think it’d be so different
finding a hiding place became
the only way to feel safe
wandering off
before reading all the signs
we just
improvise
everything, all the time
everything, all the time
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spring cleaning (8/3/19)
03:46
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Amy's got a baby in her stomach
she took my hand and I felt it kick
she's crying and glowing
she's three months and showing
seeing her now makes me want to live
seeing her now makes me want to live
But her mans got an angry mouth
he once told me to rot in hell
he's poisonous, reasonless
demons and jesus
if he died it'd be just as well
if he died it'd be just as well
So I'm having it out with the rain
It argues so long and so loud
It keeps tappin and talkin
we're walking forever
on 1st Avenue Headed South
on 1st Avenue Headed South
And all the traffic lights blur
into a bright bouquet
my heart is in mothballs...it's been
packed away
but I can't get to it, no way
til the birds return for spring cleaning
All the traffic lights blur
into a bright bouquet
I wish I could turn...and just
walk away
but I can't do it, no way
til the birds return for spring cleaning.
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swear jar (8/10/19)
01:58
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i killed all my time
now i’m pacing round my cage
lashing at whatever’s in my reach
pulling feathers from my teeth
stealing dollars from the swear jar
to buy a couple ten cent words
never went to bed, too busy
selling worms to all those early birds
we’re so far ahead
what’ll we run from now?
skipping steps but walking at half-speed
maybe no one will notice if we just leave
perfectly content
as an indoor cat
i’ll be sitting in a sunbeam
among the rats
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staged fright (8/12/19)
03:15
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maybe i’ll find out in a week or so
so i can go out of control
or maybe i’ll live long enough to know
that seething in my breathing
keeps my grounded in my soul
should i let it go?
let that evil catch in my throat
or my sides, i cough it out until i’m satisfied enough
but no good ever really seems to come
from that exercise
it’s the cost of a decent high
i am not alone sometimes
frantic signs in pantomime, ever unafraid,
(though i’d like to be)
put a title to this feeling
so i can curse it out by name
tell me who to blame
and everything that i have to gain
if i try to break bread with hateful men
who really should have died long
long long ago in spite of their sour souls
they figured out that game
and tied up the hands of anyone tryna learn how to play
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(i guess) (8/14/19)
02:27
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if you'd let me into your head
i’d probably crash for a week and then leave
without saying a word, i’d find new places to hide
you won’t find a trace of me
but what do i know?
what do you know?
it took me months to get out of this place
yet i’m still stuck in a familiar state
i didn’t know what your joke meant
so i laughed in self-defense
and snuck out into the streets
so where do i go?
where do you go?
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i used to dance
like a confident drunk
now i’m hanging outside
with the stags and the runts
i’ve grown so tired of that awkward waltzing
oh my legs are best used for walking
i used to burn
and pine for my youth
just clinging to some sophomore kind
of truth
jaded in pursuit of such fair-weather friends
while the low-hanging fruit keeps me fat and fed
less humble in reply
i ignored all the signs
now babe i am ready to die
i used to dance
and sometimes i still do
but now i only dance when i’m with you
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7. |
sleep song (8/18/19)
01:26
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shut the curtains and come to bed
i’ll be waiting
don’t turn out the light just yet
i’m still reading
a kiss on the cheek as you settle in
to sound sleeping
i wish i knew what was in your head
your sweet dreaming
tomorrow we’ll do it all over again
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gino dal cin Dallas, Texas
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