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i made a face that felt too unfair
left you a sign that I'd gone somewhere
even in times that I'd gone nowhere
you'd make a face that seemed all too fair
to think all the words i thought i knew
i'd make more to make the sight of you
i'll take another step towards your following
turn away from all things haunting me
plant pieces of others offerings
i'll send a change to a younger sort-or-me
something about the waves that go somewhere
they sparked my bide and turned it scared
pleasant to touch and rub, your mind too fair
i'll scratch and beg to keep me there
and the answer, what i thought i knew
was give away all parts of you
and the things i thought i knew
i'd give it all to spend with you
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2. |
1 2 1 2 3 (undecided)
02:58
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we stood proudly on the second stage
bring 'em back to me
we take what we know
blue eyes can't save you, no
mama, don't leave your kids around
black eye middle, keep focusing
they'll get lost when they hope you see
blue eyes, notice me
it's part of all of it
coast to coast it's a smooth topical marker
map to map we can act what our parents don't know
how we grew to be still acting out
when you give up a friend
a style, but he's proud
his style is proud
my friend, you are proud
flower, foot impaired
waste a night, but love the wasting list
silent convo
but i love the fifth
easy always to be easy on self
when i am an undertone
when i am the gravestone
i've learned a brickstare
ya taught me lots in the lots where i'm bare
only in comfrey, i'm sure
it's a couch or it's a bed
you'd love to act another
face lifting when white canvas approaches
the weight of others is the wait for the weight that's yours
and you'll wait
until that sole is shoved down your throat
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3. |
a ba ba (observance)
02:54
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can we see through the haze
before i wake up
we're still bare in our thoughts of a name
staked close to you
i burned off the top but the top of the mountain shaped you
so we wrung out our clothes
scratched our feet clean
soaked them in bleach
for a new days ritual
pure in the soul that reeks of intent to your skull
but, honey, we've grown too old
lost our way home
pass off our robes to the young ones scrambling
strip off our clothes and hope that our feet can stand strong
the top is up
but it's bottoms up anyways
no power any more
just a night losing one more spring
laugh away
laugh it all to a selfish need
like need for your body
your feet on a body
but i've seen the no-way
and i saw your nosy tone
that i lost half-way
through the gates that we left
and took back home
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you breathe in my soul
you find a
i'm heaving my soul
am i the only one who recognizes
had to break my back to know you
losing my friend
carried up, up and over
bury now, my poor soldier
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touching shoulders and backsides and god-spots, too
i'm nestled deep in your mountain
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summer reeds on the bank
just you and me
don't even tell me how to write name
i'm bursting image of you, the right way
scalding fetish deserves a nice frame
on the walls of a -- "bro"---
in a nice way
open brackets, it's brief
kind of lonely
losing cause and it's 'cause
i believe, see
said it early enough
believe me
made the mattress go hide within me
thought on death: i just want to sleep alone tonight
the portrait's steep
it's the sick change
the exchange
simple mind in i
fricticious, galvanized
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5. |
instrumental 1 (unripe)
02:52
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6. |
single 1 (squall)
02:48
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my new found harm
it's just a scar
she knew it scared
will our back break free
when we rolling on no home?
break the arrow
make my hand slow
you're just a scab, though
make your household
i'd say i handled terrible
the writing sucks
voices stick
the hair makes me sick
pretty good at finding reasons to leave it then need it
i'd take another look at your eyes
gonna drift to the scene with two less teeth
it's part of all i've been asking for
justice speak and needs no be
but we placed our hands in the fire storm
sectioned off and cleared
what's free?
but in the eyes of gods that be watching me
morals break and bleed
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single 2 (sufficiency)
03:18
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take care of her
the one who knees backside of window
outside the car
forgetful-me's-not's not for me, though
blaze still
we carry on like my tie even matters
but outside my car
a little hand that blurs out my mantra
"we. will. stay. strong."
we are no robin hood
left cheek that begs for your lively hood
stains stay warmer, no?
no stronger than the warm they hold
it's feeling storm
a great match or the face that needs things more
we beg not for
all the pangs that bring us towards ya
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if only an hour lies in the way
match heads and speak like a pile
all hands on deck
the moment lives and is ready for us
the march
the trek
your unmoving sleep
the two wading in the ocean
his sunset
his (unanswered) probes
the ex.
i look for peace not friends
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i found you in the onion i chopped for dinner
an absent peace
a silent peace
an easy way out
but we look at a head
then we look at our hands
then we look at our eyes
seaform i? seaform i, no.
is it's cause just a restless syndrome?
does the heart know not what it owns?
it's just another reason i'm not another
the peace is cruel
the hand is cold
and the names here, too
what can i say about the way i said "no"?
my only card was a lonely home.
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9. |
bonus track 1 (staid2)
04:08
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they twist and turn among our fingers
the way they love seems so simple
the blood that runs through our systems
had never felt so uncomfortable
i've heard her cry herself to sleep
dreaming of your half-assed smile
i've never loved as much as i've missed you
where have they gone
the voices we would speak to
conversations late at night
we would tremble at the thought of eternity
and i'm still shaking
but you've never heard her cry herself to sleep
dreaming of your half-assed smile
i've never loved as much as i've missed you
i miss hearing you sleep
i miss our radio
i hate your half-assed smile
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