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curtains
01:20
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i wish I could spend the rest of my life inside my room
and not die because of it
avoid people and employment
and just sit inside all day and night
the only problem is I know I would lose my mind
stay indoors, where's the water warm and it's dry
and I don't have to wear sunglasses
to keep the sun from straining my eyes
and I'll cover my windows
with blackout curtains
to effectively forget what day it is
and I won't know when to pick up the mail
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idk (w/ delaney)
02:55
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at this point feels like forever that you picked up and left town
i still remember the way the clock sped up whenever you came down
and the way you made me feel
flipping my body inside out
and the oxygen deprived from my lungs
is not enough to bring you home
can you remember my touch?
and my car can only go so far
til my engine fails and i fall out
and they’ll bury me inside the tree
where i’ll talk to the clouds
and the fall when misanthropy
was all you and me had ever felt
now you’ve approached me
and i can’t see what i need anymore
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4. |
i need time
00:55
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i need time to gather up all of my thoughts
and put them back inside my head
i don’t know why i’ve been stuck on the same person
for half of my existence
i realize it drags me down but i can’t help it
i love her too much to let it go
and it hurts my friends to see me like this
but you know that i can’t help it
she’s my cocaine high
go ahead, laugh now if you want to
it won’t mean much more than my heart meant to her
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5. |
white chocolate / (II)
01:39
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it started christmas morning
i woke up early
roughly 10 a.m.
poured the contents of my stocking
embroided with my name
a toblerone fell out
white chocolate with nuts in it
next to that sat two full Hershey bars
white as well, you know it
cream n cookie flavored
not separated
unfortunately for it
a photo etched into the skin
a weak replacement for a segment
breaking off the whole, but not a piece
instead you get a fragment
unpredictable in its nature
the broken pieces form a whole
as i step aside and gaze upon
the picture that i withhold
a lily comes into perspective
i don’t know what to do with it
the white chocolate’s melting in my hands
and i’ve decided that i’m through with it
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6. |
sara / (III)
01:52
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lately i’ve been thinking
sara made me feel like i need something
i somehow never realized that i need
and i’m conflicted, my list depicted i need me a friend
and quarantine has got me fresh all out of them
my dad’s an asshole
but i don’t care
it’s probably better that way anyway
cause he taught me exactly how not to be a dad
and my sister, how i miss her
i wish she could live closer to us
but what’s on the west coast stays on the west coast baby
and i find myself drawn to the shoreline
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peach fuzz
02:04
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sitting on the kitchen counter, flowers sat on the window sill
drops of water on the side of the glass they’re in
ceramic, silver, and gold dust are lining the cabinets
a pair of napkins, peach fuzz, and corduroy thoughts
a bed of basil lies just out of the view from the window
her shoes are sat on the floor by the mat for the doggy door
a kind of resonant sound finds its way through the hallways
a pair of russian dolls on the shelf by the door
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8. |
one more time / (IV)
02:23
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one more time
to pick up all i left here
and pack my suitcase
perfectly aligned in time
i notice on the t.v.
an advertisement, a set of kitchen knives
aligned along the kitchen counter
a brand new drink of water
a picture of sorts
a stereotype
i wasn’t into sports
i never knew why
the crashing of cymbals
when i’m trying to sleep
will you sleep next to me?
will you sleep next to me?
i’m not hopeless
i am just a moment in time
but will you sleep next to me?
will you sleep next to me?
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9. |
charlie / (V)
04:42
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you can ask me what i feel like charlie
you can break all of the bridges charlie
it’s you that burnt that bridge, not me
i guess you’ve been playing pyro, charlie
well you’ve been been feeling sick, but i’ve been sicker
i drown everything out with three pounds of weed and liquor
i wrote a faithful essay but no one cared
my voice sucked back then but no one dared
to say a word cause no one heard the words i wrote, a scripture
the way i felt when the turnout turned out to fall just short of the picture
and baby, i might wait for you
you’re not the same, it’s ok i’m not too
lately i’ve been baked all day
wide awake, i drink too much
and i miss you charlie
you carried me in
when both my knees gave out
you followed me out
i followed you back in
you’re missing the point of all of this
you’re missing the point
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