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Two wet silhouettes splayed on the bed sheet
The crime of the century
Forever unkempt
O, the muscle memory it must take to stay close to me...
I’m a cloud when you come to me
Tell me again—what’s the allure of inconsequential love?
I’m a fool for your pageantry
Tell me again—what’s the allure of inconsequential love?
O, the muscle memories continue to haunt me...
O, the muscle memories continue to haunt me...
O, the muscle memories continue to haunt me...
I promise (the day will come)
as soon as the war ends
I’ll find you (our denouement)
and we’ll break laws again as civilians
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Forever has to wait
I can’t face another day
All the flowers you brought me one by one fell asleep without me
Truth or dare—love is the cross you bear?
J’ai mal au coeur
C’est la faute de l’amour
You’re every wave to ever rise
Your slow retreat is no surprise
Forever has to wait
The clock on my wall is stuck on yesterday
All the ballads you sing to me one by one slip into a minor key
Truth or dare—love is the cross you bear?
J’ai mal au coeur
C’est la faute de l’amour
You’re every wave to ever rise
I’ll watch you peak and then subside
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Sensitivity deprived
I can’t feel a thing inside
I blamed my father in my youth
Now, as a father, I blame the booze
I have become uncomfortably numb
Whose ugly side is the ugliest?
Whose hands are tied to a contortionist?
Sensitivity deprived
All my sympathy prescribed
I used to struggle in my youth
Now I’m used to struggling for two
I have become uncomfortably numb
The lessons are so much less obvious the further I get from home
How will I exist without consequence?
I’ll let you know…
We were gentle to begin
Then I pushed you around to break you in
Now whenever I try to be clear with you I only end up feeling see-through
I’ve tried but you’ve won
Comatose, like father like son
The lessons are so much less obvious the further I get from home
How will I exist? Blacked out? Redacted?
I’ll make new friends in the ambulance
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Heir Apparent
05:53
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There’s more of you in me than a desperate thief could ever set free
Now I’m your burden
Selfishness is inherited like skinny lips and tattoos
I’m sorry for leaving
I’m sorry I’ve one foot out the door
I’m unapologetically sorry for everything
All of your best attributes look better on me than they ever did on you
We can be each other’s other burden
Selfishness is inherited
What could I do?
(I didn’t catch it kissing Jenny in the closet)
(I didn’t learn it at school)
I’m sorry you need me
For hanging on your arm
A child you can’t ignore
I’m unapologetically sorry for everything
I’m sorry for aging
For growing more and more disinterested in celebrity and politic
I’m unapologetically yours
Maybe more than anything I’m sorry you love me
Heir apparent to the throne
The King of All Alone...
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Doom In Full Bloom
07:48
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Doom in full bloom
I’m kerosene
You’re burning bright
A dull guillotine
We’re still alive
Doom in full bloom
“Only you.”
“No, me!”
I learn my lessons late
I’m out of time
I can’t see straight and you’re out of sight
“Only you.”
“No, me!”
Only you know me...
We got married in the garden that you grew up in
I’ve never seen so far ahead of me or been so blind
Now you’re buried in the library just so you could hide from me
I’ve never been so alone
So desperate to be home
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The whispers unfold
I can’t hear you
Pained and pleading
I can’t see you
So self-defeating
I don’t need you
I miss communication
Uh oh...a grim conversation is inevitable
The whispers unfold
I can’t hear you
Protagonist unknown
I can’t read you
If every quarrel’s presupposed...
I don’t believe you
...is this communication?
I’m fluent in subtlety
I can diffuse most anything, but you make my head explode
A mass grave miscommunication
I can’t hear you
I can’t see you
I can’t feel you
I don’t know you
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Mine To Miss
05:23
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I miss you like a past life
Now I can’t remember if you were ever mine to miss
I miss you like we both died
Our time together a star-crossed endeavor
My head is an unmade bed
Abandoned arms and legs and intimate things
finding their way into these twisted sheets
I need a maid or another mother more than the strain of an absent lover
My head is an empty bed
Just the thought of being seen is more than I can take
I never met a mirror that I couldn’t break
I’ll miss you in the next life
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Life Support
05:57
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I’m looking for the words that I’ve lost on you
Been digging in the dirt
Now I’m buried in reminiscence
I can’t breathe on my own
but life support is such a bore
I’ve cried for you
For me
For strangers
I’ve cried in every room
When will it end?
Relentless adolescence
Disappointment and grief come easy
Forgiveness is a mystery
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