1. |
you are here
01:19
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did I grow up?
did I change?
am I the fixed point in a rotation of clothes and costumes?
do I physically look like I’m not ready for anything?
don’t tell me!
when I already feel so small and unprepared
wish I could shave my breath down to undetectable
so I won’t have to hold anything over myself
just stay sane
stay the same way
just stay sane
the same way
stay sane
the same way
stay sane
the same
just stay
just stay
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2. |
checkups
02:04
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watercolour paintings always bleed out
over seconds of waiting for it to stop
I can read your pain in thin lines of doubt
your face is a giveaway, I feel your heart drop out
I feel your heart drop out
to be overflowing with good intent
I intended for over-the-counter rewards
can you hear the draining? I fill the floor
your face, a damaged embrace, still at the door
I feel your heart drop out
when you’re done
when it’s not fun
you can turn away
then all the lights kick out
when your day is over
you fall asleep
but I turn over
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3. |
in her sleep
01:06
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and all the little tumours in her brain
she won't complain
you think I'm enough to weed out the pain
and that stays
with me, I can't be
the most of everything
but when I'm with me, try to breathe
the inhale soft and slow
at the exhale just let it go
I can't complain, she's had a worse face
but you can breathe, you can let it be
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4. |
away
03:01
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loud cities
going away from here
where the lights are pretty and you
need to dig yourself something new
in a bus where the people are blue
they'll ask where you've gone off to
away from here
finding yourself doesn't count for us
I'm in the same place but I'm not who I was
I am the spine at your turning page
you can beat a new heart with your face change
not one to root in the dirt for long
I'm too self-gratified in the work I've not done
we can search out of this world for a pace
but I am what home is
loud cities
going away from here
and it's such a pity that you
need to dig yourself something new
in a bus where the lights are as blue
as the things you've turned into
away from here
and god I will be the death of me
and god, why didn't you come to me?
a lullaby on a loop
thought if I yelled a little louder you'd show up soon
my struggles will always be
as long as my hair
but will I get past it?
away from here
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