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Linus
03:27
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i can hear your paws on the floor what are you looking for?
and why do you roam around all the time?
you're still learning how to be alive so you try to make sense of it
you Want to make sense of it
but everythings a rush in your head
everything scares you to death but you
shouldn't spend so much time being afraid
to die
i know
you don't wanna be told about who you should be besides who's so upset now?
and you
know how long a night can be when you're lonely and you dont know the world is bigger than me so
im sorry for leaving
i can see your scratch marks on the floor what are you digging for? whatd you leave behind that now you're ready to find?
you're just a baby in a wolf's mask and
i can see your heart through your teeth
won't you calm down and lie next to me?
linus: it grows so much more complex than youd expect
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speak in tones of my mother i am itching to age
while she's digging through the kitchen trash
finding my prescription
i am out
of my mind
i will tastelessly exaggerate to keep your hand in mine
watch her build something beautiful
watch it dismantle her
when she believes
she deserves it:
time machine shaking me around
cure the only fever i could learn to love
your disposable camera keeps me living forever
you could fold the paper over
you could take it to ink so
time machine
shaking me around
cure the only fever i could learn to love
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i feel your hands on my face and your silhouette looks so out of place framed inside the december rain i know you never said itd be simple but you didn't say itd feel so good; tears land like ash on my face and my body is just the shapes that you have traced only their stains stay,, in place
oh
you haven't been so close since those mornings sipping coffee in bed
so just
take your goddamn time
ive taken most of mine convincing you well both be fine
so
when you leave my car you look back and say:
I Really Oughta Learn To Leave You
alone
your name in gray now covers all the ceilings they've been staring for weekends since i hid the box under my bed with the polaroid that says i will love u til im
dead
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4. |
taking pictures
01:23
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"It is the night, the mother of this dawn I hailed."
- Aeschylus
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333#3
02:44
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tonight i rolled by your house again evans in berlin i don't know how i'll see him again
things are fine cuz i know i tried
cant help that it hurts
its
a helpless curse
the still things start changing the birds start singing and I
am awash with all their meanings
im a mess of their signs
more years gone by
so
keep the memory of feeling
tonight i rolled by your street again
you were a fleeting friend
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6. |
Sandy Hair
03:13
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losing my hands in your sandy hair on a couch in the basement of your house in sea isle city where everything coalesces inside of a seashell ur pressing to my ear, and i almost believe i can hear the ocean around us
on a couch in the basement of your house in sea isle city
the blanket the beach your pale knees
how happy you were to see me
how
this is a good thing
im pretty sure it's a good thing
how
every thing good
feels morbid to me
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