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im guilty of laying fingers
and quick to argue in situations
that should have been nameless
there are too many pigs in power
making yourself a red flag, its obvious
spewing your bullshit to a half assed audience
i was too sick to hold you, fuck you
i was too sick to fuck you, good luck
they only took your words because
the politics surrounding your body
stabbed in the side
so deep, so dry
nothings wrong now
nothings missing
troubles just the cause of living,
can you even call this living?
i was too sick
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2. |
stay awake
01:24
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you always told me whats right
its like you've never made choices quite like mine
call me a hypocrite ill never win a fight
i should have gone home that night
and i cant help but change my sheets
to keep from feeling defeated
ill keep on breaking but i hope you stay awake
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3. |
a creek or a cackle
02:43
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we let the water fill to the rafters
heavy hands peeling paint from the plaster
succumbed by the walls filled thick with laughter
then we fucked on the floor mattress
until our sickness was gone
withdrawn by the heat
and the scrutiny of everyone
were you comfortable inside me?
i hoped my insides weren't too bleak
talking in tongues of how we were built
with the wrong symmetry
i've already slept off the sawdust
how come i'm still filled with disgust?
6(66) years and i'm still being haunted
hard to believe this body could still be wanted
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4. |
foam
03:02
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driving towards the sun on time borrowed
we came to a halt and pulled to the side of the road
not sure what happened but i must have misread
no one was following us
you created
the footsteps in your head
instead,
i fell numb tracing the movements that we left in our bed
when the streets outside were coated in white
but that snow was fake,
it was just foam
casting circles
creating sounds
i thought id be lonely
with nobody around
sensing your shape in the air
but i turned and i saw nothing there
casting circles
creating sounds
i thought id be lonely
but its the other way around
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5. |
empty shelves
01:36
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may we never neglect the times that we keep getting better
not here for art
im here for revenge
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