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Blinds, Pt. 2
02:22
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can silence break the glass
I thought that only sounds
at high frequencies did that
pinch myself
all of the fortunes I've missed
two dreams that's enough
sunspots on my skin
half the time I'm dancing anyway
half the time I'm dancing anyway
blinds in my room torn out of their place
framed photographs and our made-up names
blinds in my room torn out of their place
framed photographs and our made-up names
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2. |
Wrists
02:12
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drop the anchor
and lose your grip
haven't been able
to look at myself since
no it's not like that at all
say too much I always fall
yesterday's a phone call away
every night I've wasted
has caught up to me now
summer, winter, spring
it shouldn't count
staring holes in the ceiling
the words won't come out
staring holes in the ceiling
the words won't come out
one more mile
the house is over here
room keeps getting smaller
I never realized
this will be our year
this will be our year
never was so clear
count the veins on my hands when I look in the mirror
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3. |
I Prayed For March
01:52
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I prayed for march but I never saw it coming
these days pile up
the hourglass is running
you've got nowhere to go
hiding from something
I prayed for march but all I got was nothing
I prayed for march but it kept on running
getting farther each day
I prayed for march but I never saw it coming
mark the calendar any day
and I told you everything
that ever crossed over
intending to repeat it all
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4. |
Bad Words
01:05
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we have heard what you said
and decided it was dead
so we took what we could
but it mostly wasn't good
we have heard what you said
and decided it was dead
it could not fit in our packs
so we left it on the path
we heard your
bad words
you're nothing new
just something worse
we heard that you had answers to the problems that you gave us
but it seems like it just made us listen closely to the curse
i dont want to hear about it
i dont want to talk about it
i cant even pray about it
i don't want to sing
i dont want to sing about it
i don't want to sing
we have heard what you said
and decided it was dead
so we took what we could
it wasnt good
bad words!
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5. |
17 Years
02:25
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there's a bounty on his head
heard it on the highway
cicada shells
every 17 years have passed
since I looked like that
since I looked like
loudspeaker feedback
on the train
hushed echoes light bleeds in the rain
overheating in his basement
I couldn't bring myself to leave
catching glimpses behind the door
I swallow the key
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Vase
00:31
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the mouth wash has gone stale
deescalate the scraps they're given up
nothing I could have said
special case
scenarios
no radio
cough medicine
the morning read
the morning read
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7. |
Bolan Drowns In A Pool
00:44
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because they're right
the sun burnt the freckles off
your face anyway
choking on the red
drowning in the blue
count how many steps I took
too soon
detergent stains on my shirt
facets leak and sweat
clings to you
complacent complacent
complacent bite your tongue
their point of view
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8. |
Centipede's Feet
01:57
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shuffles coming up with songs I'm trying to avoid
skip the song skip the feeling like I’m death employed
monsters in closets I’d rather sleep in my room
then to have to read another morbid text from you
the beeping of machines the gnashing of teeth
you got a parrots voice
and a centipedes feet
centipede dance
sitting on a 3 day weekend falling thru the floor
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9. |
Branch June
01:11
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I am the tent caterpillar in your hair
I wriggle out the nest worn down threadbare
it always seems like we're busy at this time of year
it always seems like it's always this time of the year
the months pass and I'm still weaving my home
the homes collapse and you pass me the remote
inching my way from my phone to yr ear
there's not much going on here, not much near I can hear not clear can you hear me, oh dear
trees defoliate
next week came too late
moths without their wings
spring is when we sing
the branches drop and we pick them up again
you are a tent caterpillar in my hair
you are there and you are always there
you run across my scalp through my head
you said what you always said
I am a tent caterpillar in your hair
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10. |
Window Shrine
01:11
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the first one's the worst of all
scar cracked like the pavement
keeping track it blows right past
still have nothing to say now
window shrine
the glass stings like you meant it
he's gone
another month throw it off the table
this will destroy you
reminders so outdated
ghost in the house
never knew what to say then
outside I feel awake
I feel the same
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11. |
Outside
00:46
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outside I feel awake
breakfast of birthday cake
try not to feel the rain
it pours and puddles and soaks my brain
I feel the same
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12. |
Scrolling Text
05:20
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science museum reads the scrolling text
and everyone looks forward
avert your eyes
back and forth
shaking without warning
standing in the freezing rain
fogging up my pupils
burning burning burning
how do I get off here
can't it be enough
floating in the rearview
I see you
so clearly
spray paint and backseats
all that's leftover
last year to last week
choking on your empty words
you take and take and take
choking on my empty words
I take and take and take
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13. |
Baseball Cards
01:51
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baseball cards she should have kept
dad counts and tallies until one's left
three-run rally I didn't miss much
all her collections covered in dust
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