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october (in a second)
01:29
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2. |
honeymoon
05:34
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cold now but colder soon
you'll have his last name on the honeymoon
and by your feet flowers will be
spread on ground by the aisle seats
and i think back when to last july
a year less, two fewer eyes
seems god has left me oh so tired
and as i grow old a grasp gets tighter
maybe i'll write you a letter
after the first or third winter
and as the ring comes out, so do words
so i'm sorry now but sorry could mean worse
does it make you warm?
does it make you calm?
do i have to know
things i'd rather not?
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3. |
time
03:22
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i can come back to it
this grave in august
the leaves and roots still growing
in with my hair
well i had all of the time
but now all of this time
is trapped in smoke
and i told myself if i made
another linear mistake
i'd feel this wrath
your ghost upon my shoulder
the weight i thought was gone
at just 16 years of age
i thought the feeling would be numb
and someday when i grow old
i'll feel this lump in my soul
that i can not change
eyes of god burning on me
for only he would know that'd there'd be
one chance for this
pull it through like a thread
thought this time i'd find it again
this ambition for change
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4. |
dead (like a) deer
04:27
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i remember you
you knew a friend of mine
i can't hear your voice
its sound has been lost to time
last i heard you kissed
him by the bathroom sink
we passed in the parking lot
it was your birthday
and i'll be out of your hair
i'll be gone by next week
only thing that's left
my snow prints on main street
i'll be dead like a deer
its eyes never close
laying on its side
underneath mounds of snow
as the wind blows
and the sun draws down
skeptic particles
spread through and light up the town
i'll be okay
i'll dry my wings
upon dirty sidewalk
thread me like worn string
and i'll be out of your hair
i'll be gone by next week
only thing that's left
my snow prints on main street
i'll be dead like a deer
its eyes never close
laying on its side
underneath mounds of snow
sorry for losing my sight
high beams on the road
reminds me of a night
chills run through my spine
you said "hey don't worry"
we'll always be near
it'll be a long time
a long time of closure
a long time of holding
ourselves down to earth
and you'll be out of my hair
you'll be gone by next week
only thing that's left
is this fading memory
i'll be dead like a deer
its eyes never closed
watching every piece of you
melt like snow
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5. |
flower eyes
02:40
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flower eyes, you weren't meant to hear this
but i went through your lungs
wrapped around the passageway
firmly braced it like a hug
you could not wake up you could not feel
but you knew someday you would heal
and rise between the setting stars
prioritize your ideals
it's times like these i know i'd try but
years ago my conscience died
weaving in and out of crowd
and acknowledging what i lost in time, oh
flower eyes you never loved
but you gave me peddles from above
your raspy voice it builds me up
just like it tears me down
and by the time the bell rings
they'll know the angel's coming
but i won't hear it no i won't
i won't hear it no i won't
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6. |
(interlude)
01:15
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7. |
solemn scar (starless)
03:19
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well you know for sure
but you're so immersed
by the falling light
by overwhelming height
that keeps the pieces in place
when you fell asleep
your fingertips fell off the bed
and your cat bit three or four of them
before it got up and left
and from afar that solemn scar
that rests between your rib and arm
when you got when you were 10 years old
isn't visible much anymore
how impeccable the ripped up cords
that bound me to the ocean floor
and made me stumble to my knees
the cigarette ash that came right off up on your nail
back to the grass so cold, so stale
the snow it burnt right through
princess lost its life
to another starless life
gazing into endless main road street lights
every night since, you regain conscience
and remember things increments and strings
you never meant to frame
and from afar that solemn scar
that rests between your rib and arm
that you got when it got so cold
is no longer there anymore
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8. |
sit up (sand)
04:02
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last night i felt things
like breeze past my head
that i don't want you to know
i woke up this morning
knowing that i can't stay
confined for long
it'll be another year
in a few months or so
i will lose these chains
so sit up
place your head
upon these shoulders
of sand
i woke up in the cathedral
my eyes to the ceiling
and through this redemption
a distant reflection
called out for me
i picked up these things
the pieces i'd left
and pulled away
so sit up
place your head
upon these shoulders
of sand
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9. |
brooklyn
04:47
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brooklyn creates the bridge
metallic rims and overpass
blue aurora over
rivers flowing in the night half
she comes back the way she came
over old roads and potholes
to lonesome quiet streets
but lost lingering souls
brooklyn stands in the backyard
waiting for the sun to rise
to hear the birds sing
and to wonder if their songs are ever cries
the wind in her hair
that blows to the right side
the highway in the distance
that passes her by
in the wind
in the beginning
in the wind
when she wakes up the sun makes a spot
through the blinds
the humming of cars on
her overflowing mind
she goes along the bridge
admiring the words on the chipped-paint beams
she hangs her legs over the edge
and thinks about it
in just a tiny shake
you'd fall off and start floating
such a minor move
and too quick to notice
never comeback
brooklyn never comesback
never comeback
she'll never return
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10. |
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last night i had a dream
you flowed upstream
clasped onto a branch
fell asleep on uneven land
but awoken to sounds
awoken to your house
in 17 different pieces
this thing will come out
your scent's still on my sleeves
and you still echo through these trees
on my fingers it is stained
i felt the imprint for days
now your eyes are like
foreign lights
that pierce my eyes
you can leave the light on
but the beams will entice
a dense and feeble love
that only divides when it's gone
you had the world upon a platter
baptized when you were one
now god can pick you up
he can squeeze on your hand
but it will never change the fact
that you'll never understand
you sleep amongst the thorns
you're impaled upon
we were young this morning
but now we embrace these spiral halls
just like montana snow
you've grown so cold
your voice is so strained
and like mountains we grow old
sometimes i am afraid
to grow apart this way
but i dreamt of roland park
i dreamt of brighter days
and across my front yard
particles made up your shape
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11. |
roland park (pt. 2)
02:21
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