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))))))))
01:55
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curse the crows right out of the sky
you plucked all my feathers,
shoved them in between my thighs
tangled our legs like roots
we built new newts
wishing ourselves the best
but we couldn't stay clean
in the slaughter
am i a masochist
or a martyr
back at my house on Broadway
i think that we met on a sunday
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feathers
01:35
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shove my teeth into the concrete
ill feel complete
still feel you in every sound
you're the blood in each
and every wound
you left my feathers scattered
but i couldn't be killed in a way that mattered
doesn't mean that it didn't hurt
im left with a tendency of kissing dirt
i was still pretty when i cried,
tongue tied
besides
that was never for you to decide
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deer on the highway
02:18
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fantasize about my own death
who would bring the best flowers
and seek sympathy
even though we since soured
so insincere
scoured the skin from my wrists since
but its still here
doe eyed as a deer
time's near expired
im walking wide on a tight wire
sick and sorry
ive filled us with worry
parallel lines
yet another sob story
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4. |
haunt you
01:23
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trace the shape of my body
shape shifting
shadows twisting
cigarette smoke drifting
its conflicting
but its all part of my pattern
i dont know if ill ever learn
if you want me to,
i can haunt you too
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5. |
half pints for low lives
03:35
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he tells me,
"annie go to therapy"
walking wearily
but im fine without the clarity
cant you see?
drunk on gin to keep the nights okay
the mornings are just my price to pay
on a 12 step high-horse
never long til you astray
shoot your fucking heroin
its fine ill tear open
our living room is yellow
yet i think were both broken
break me open
burn me down
fuck this fucking heroin
what about our priority?
sobriety particularly
***still owe me that half point
make it that one we use to like
i think that'd be alright
break me open
burn me down
i think you burnt me down
***nevermind actually, i wrote this a long time ago
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i knew i was a girl
once i was left
cold and wet
on a strangers couch
cause only a man
could do that to someone
salt on my knees
forgive me i have sinned
you're a burning house
that i still want to live in
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a slow yet certain decomposition
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8. |
sun through smoke
01:17
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leaving fingernails forgotten
tracing sigils in my skin
burning leaves and stacking ashes
into piles set to cope with
esplanades soaking clothes with muddy water
leaving salt stains
left on shoulders
meant for sinking teeth into
skipping rocks
and the pebbles from your dirty socks for fun
chasing highs and high tides
when the sun crept through your smoke
when i couldn't cry
i just fucked
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9. |
sober
04:05
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theres no such kindness like the kitchen floor
bottles shoved in all of the drawers
"im sober" i swore
lacks a certain silence g0d would be proud of me for
like how im not stumbling back to the liquor store
an hour since id last been there before
on my knees again,
praying im not just some whore
how many someday i could amount to more
"im sober" i swore
hide the bottles
weve done this before
just help me get up off
the fucking kitchen floor
theres no such kindness like the liquor store
bottles shoved in all the drawers
"im sober" i swore
lacks a certain silence
that someone should be proud of me for
"im sober,
fucking sober"
i swore
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10. |
so long
02:04
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i rearranged my rage
or maybe im just older now
and know how to disengage
the black houses are rubble now
our clothes really show their age
got your picture on my mantle
and ive been blowing out your birthday candles
we werent holding hands
we were holding on
digging bottles up
from the front lawn
so on
carry on
so long carry on
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