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Heat
03:41
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Hello? Hello. It’s nice to meet you.
If you were a home. I’d like to heat you.
Goodbye, good guy. You’re really trying.
If you were a home, nobody’s buying.
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2. |
New Thing
02:22
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I got this new thing
Thought I had nothing, baby
Follow you outside daily
You get me to do things
Like trust my instincts, baby
Loved ones have fallen lately
Count
My
Savings
I got this true thing
It’s really something, baby
Walk with you outside daily
You get me to do things
Like buy a new ring, baby
Yeah, we’ve both fallen lately
Now,
We’re
Swaying
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3. |
Strange Shape
03:08
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I still sleep
hands over chest
on my back
like one day
I won’t rise
I wonder
if these habits are
the nightly caskets
keeping me alive
Oh the strange shape
of your dreams
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4. |
747
03:14
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Woke up at 747 with the feeling in my head, I wanna take off
Last night she told me it was over (and over)
she was gonna take off
Though I haven’t disappeared
I’m not so sure I’m still here
How many little pieces of my heart, soul and reason will this take off?
Got home around 420, with little to no money to get high
My mind continues reeling, so numbness might have feeling to-night
But I don’t even smoke that shit
Got bottles, bottomless pits
How many little pieces of my heart, soul and reason can I get high?
Now its 11:11 and the muddy midnight heavens taunt me
Its her I must get over, the ghost of being sober, always haunting
There’s a blurry black sky truth
A new face in the honey moon
But how many little pieces of my heart, soul and reason even want me?
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5. |
Ladder of Which
05:15
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Autumn fell tonight
Gravity on my knife
Crystal in my sight
Some stories take a life
I’ve broken promises
To fathers, living and dead
The latter of which, the ladder of which
Lingers in my head
Opening up a single stitch
I was married in a ding dong ditch
And every empty doorway
Is now celebratory
Once again I’m watching
Trick or treaters knocking
Visions through the window
Division and a widow
Opening up a single stitch
I was buried in an open ditch
And every empty doorway
Is now celebratory
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6. |
Nobody Knows
04:37
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Nobody knows if they have a similar fate
To the innocent ones whom they choose to hate
And the guilty ones whom they choose to love
Decide the fates of almost everyone
Nobody knows. It’s too late
Nobody knows the minute they’ll go
Blown to pieces, put back together on a nightly news show
I don’t want to know, but I’ll do my best with the role
Test my soul, come on and test my soul.
Nobody knows. It’s too late
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7. |
Delete History
03:25
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Subatomically
Evil bubbled up within a gene
Particle comedy
Or the greater part of me
Delete history
Happily insert dopamine
Chemical irony
Capable of atrocity
Macro or microscopically
Delete history
Division happens passively
If everything is not, what anything is
Inside this triumphant magnetic hiss
Blips on the grid, lights across the plain
Release my soul from this chemical stain
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8. |
Nowhere Fears
03:16
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It should come as no surprise
People are the real natural disasters
Winds and weather nowhere fierce,
what with what they’re after
Marginalize who they can’t kill
Breaking souls for the thrill
With the news on every channel silencing the laughter,
what with what we’re after
We are nowhere
We are nowhere fierce at all
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9. |
Pale
03:28
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Pale white sheets and autumn underneath
You’ll break my broken heart
Clever in the middle of a family’s individual start
A primrose altar, a half-dosed offer
You’re a bride in a crimson disguise
Slide into the pages of a failed engagement alive
A century is every afternoon.
Seventeen years electedly endeared
to a dream unconsciously wise
You’re the night walk mare in the first stable where I opened my eyes
Break the partition from this act of contrition
No walls can bind my heart
I’m a cemetery city weary person with a purpose to start
So let me start with this.
Begin with you.
A century is every afternoon.
And when I bleed it won’t be so blue.
A century is every afternoon.
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10. |
Letter Unsent
05:33
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Set the table
count to three
put down your cards
stare at the sea
its been this way time over time
i misappropriate my love
giving others every dime
but no one’s cup is filling up
i’m at my worst, i’m at my worst
with those that deserve
all i have, and first
familiar terrain washed away
our possessions become sand
ankles overtaken by
an ocean of demands
we ignore this end
and its vacuum of weather
for one final dinner
friends and family together
grownups
filling old cups
with cold dust
i'll tell you all that
my love was never hidden
its been filling up the insides of this
shelter i've been building
and i'll drain it out for you
against this pale storm
weathering my devices
for those still on the shore
but the beach is submerged
the streets are flooded
this house may one day freeze
but we’ll drown hot blooded
holding hands sitting down
as waves taste the porch
we’ll tell each other everything we must
and then laugh a little more
set the table
count to three
put down your cards
stare into me
i'll swallow the abyss so you can breathe
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