1. |
rest
02:26
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bleach on the concrete
heavy on the mind
cursed in its tellings
show you what i find
kiss on the temple
frost on its leaves
with love it’s gentle
lost in between
and for you i remember
and hold onto what i can
it’s so short; there’s no lesson
bring it back again
fangs in the quandary
pain in my hand
you sit so calmly and i don’t understand
rust on its bearings
links in the chain
scars intermingled
the feeling wanes
and like the moon still crests as its’ hue ruminates
like thick smoke fills the room
and brings you back again
and i soon forget
as my mind yearns for rest
turns to stone
at your time
comforted
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2. |
jessamine
02:31
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when i fall
when it hurts i won’t look back
letting go
i don’t wanna hold on anymore
in my soul
i’m looking in
for more
something strong
something mine
something whole
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3. |
cursive
02:13
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if i call out will you answer me?
far beyond the trees
it’s something that i need
in an anxious whirr
i’ll hum myself to sleep
peace and quiet down
the same motions i go through
each and every day
it’s how i’m keeping sane
it’s that motion -
forward backward inching way
it’s that knowing it won’t be the same
and accepting to go on anyway
if i’m longing - what must i change?
am i projecting onto someone or something?
it’s these questions
that while i’m sleeping make me wake
am i honest?
learning?
am i brave?
will i walk in circles?
will i learn to make it work or make the same mistakes?
will it work like cursive -
loop around
intersect where i’m not expecting?
anymore
wish i could have fun
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4. |
maisy
03:04
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way down
belly of the beast
it’s safe and warm as ever could seem
the hungry ghost wanders down the street
and looks for home between
maisy
you’re gentle and sweet
and strange and soft
but still bittersweet
surprises me in the funniest ways
and showed up right on time
in my eyes
i can’t waste no time
cause it could be gone as soon as arrived
and i can’t face that for awhile
some things work out in a way
like you’re out in the sun without any shade
like a force
like a storm
like a cloud or a wave
there’s a push and a pull even if you run away
maisy
take care of me
so i know you’re there when it’s hard to breathe
show me hope
or a sign
show me anything
but most of all
i can call just for nothing
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5. |
cut
01:26
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up for a little in the middle of the night
let the dust settle slow
wait till it feels right
cut through the middle
with a sickle
with a scythe
and dive head first
where the feeling hides
i wanna know
about everything all at once
back to front
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6. |
soot
03:04
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when you’re waking up
wipe the soot out of your eyes
it should come as no surprise
i can’t fake enough
and no matter what i try
i just do it to get by
i wish i could take it back
walk down past streets
where we meet in between
how come i always miss what’s in front of me?
second guessing everything
let it bleed
picking scabs to let it bleed
everything
ice cold
texaco
pouring rain
let it go
crack a smile
dripping nose
stay awhile
let you know
x and o’s
brain coal
heart of gold
merry christmas
mistletoe
rough skin
itch it raw
make me whole
x and o’s
exit notes
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7. |
memory storage
02:33
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8. |
dancing
02:15
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used to say i could remember
the days going backwards
the plan in the foreground
and i do what i say
the only difference between it
lies in the palm of my hand
and i don’t know what to think of it anymore
wish i could have fun anymore
sugar cane
benjamin street
talk to lauren
dancing
close to my memories
time ignoring
plush and buoyant
you would say i remember every moment
fluttering in the foreground
time goes backwards
time stands still
for a moment
wish i could have fun
anymore
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9. |
bruise
02:08
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when it comes down to it
i don’t feel that different
same house; same flesh
same blood it’s always been
but when i come back to that house
it’s been rearranged
new furnishings
familiar in an honest way
blue like a bruise when you lay down
clumsy
confused
but it’ll turn around
and look at me
when it comes down to it
the cycle remains
closer to you
seafoam and glue
things stay the same
like thunder and rain
and as soon as i’m done i begin again
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10. |
sweet song
01:40
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yessir
the most i make of it
is in me alone
but i’m not in it alone
i’m in my room
and the rest feels like it’s on fire
i can’t control what’s out of my power
take a step; hold it closer
and change my tone
the answer is where i’m never looking
it’s a sign of the times
i’ll jump down into the pond
big splash; how’s that?
what comes next?
that rocky beach hurt my feet but i’m still walking
skipping our stones
turn off my phone
cause i don’t wanna miss a second
the birds are singing their sweet song
open to close
fill it up full
crumble to pieces
in the back of a truck
growing up isn’t that easy
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11. |
comfort (rainbow)
06:02
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is it a sense of comfort keeping me in this place?
in this space i hate?
cause it doesn’t feel right
is it that bad or am i just a baby?
is it a sense of longing for something that’s gone?
or is it still here all along?
videos changing colors
challenge me
change it all
fall asleep, drifting off
tie me down
make the most
say the words i need to hear
it’s not much but it’ll comfort me
am i drowning?
can’t stop; won’t stop
am i not sleeping?
worrying around the clock
you don’t have to say a word
i just love your company
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