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Synonyms for Sex
02:04
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pollinating is my favorite currency
buying myself out from feeling lonely
and no amount of therapy
could write my wrongs right consecutively
watch me
as the fading lights get dark
shadows cast across my body
i hope they hide my scars
sigils in my unsightly skin
make my breathy feel heavy
and my eyes shut tightly
i wont linger
its unlikely
i hope you take it lightly
please hold me tightly
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2. |
Floorboards
02:06
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i don't know how to stair at the bathroom tile floor
without feeling drunk anymore
writing these words at my wooden desk
stained with a 1000 wet rings or maybe more
you fucked me for your own gain
then told everyone i was a whore
i don't care anymore
its fine
i'm on a steady decline
i never meant for our bodies to intertwine
i'm fucked up on wine
but its by my own design
i fucking resign
pulling substance from spite
you thrived in the absence of light
i'm alright
its not right
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3. |
Masochist
02:06
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white wool
holy water
that dirt settles deep
i don't want to be a bother
black coffee
and cigarettes
and gin and tonics
my coping habits have become problematic
left your traces on my undressed chest
where they'll remain as finger prints
i've never felt the same since
try and break skin,
saint creature
it'll only get easier
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4. |
Drought
01:05
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library voices once sounded so loud
my head feels heavy as i sit in doubt
hating myself more with every sip
fumbling over words that i cant quite pronounce
home sick in a drought with your head between my hips
safe at home feeling blue in a bright yellow house
you carry your weather with you
hit my line when i come to
my heads fuzzy like mildew
at least the bullshit i see through
i will never live up to
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5. |
Black
02:43
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any time you could leave
and it would be too soon
nodded in the middle of the afternoon
thinking that you'll be just fine
we'll be alright
but your not immune
i don't want back my stollen spoons
cut the good parts open
abscessed
i felt the whole world
when i laid upon your chest
i hope you choose green over black
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6. |
Crow Circle
02:01
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i'm scared in a way where at least i feel something
i've learned better now than to be too trusting
brown and uprooted
all my petals have shed
ill never be pure again
loved her as she watched me die
but we were more focused on getting high
the rats in my walls
they watched me withdraw
on the floor
must have thought i was done for
nobody can be loved back to life
but id do it myself just out of spite
to the dead birds in my freezer:
keep an eye on my fever
is it ever getting better?
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25
02:28
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oh woman,
who lives in the walls
dancing throughout the halls
skin soft in stagnant water
look right but cant see her
always burdened never bothered
she offers you her broken spine
and leaves a mangled body left behind
rejecting your twisted rotten mind
her emptiness will wither in time
in her black collared dress with piercing eyes
soothing my silent sighs
she had good bones
but a bad omen
don't rest with things unspoken
my lungs are still black and my fingers always frozen
your body's 666 feet in the ground
but mine is still in motion
its so weird that i survived,
you would have been 25
its so weird that i survived,
you'll never be 25
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8. |
Flood
03:02
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morning hours tell me to go to sleep
outwitting the sun i am a catastrophe
shut the lights off
its looking bleak
i blew you kisses up on your balcony
you're in rehab
while i let myself get sicker
on my own
theres a lot to consider
you
cant keep going back to numbing yourself with liquor
if you love me than leave
(my capacity for agony has atrophied
i cant settle in this new anatomy)
remember how my fingers tasted
you haven't ben holy but rather wasted
theres only so much time i could have waited
i used to think we had it all
but you fucked it off for fentanyl
If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave If you love me then leave
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