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Soft Light
03:01
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why don't you touch me?
why can't you love me too?
its not that i can't believe, we've just never been introduced
i don't blame you mama
i could never quite sit still,
its just this restlessness i can feel
as the pedals wilt.
can i scream my way for more time?
does it work like late night carnival rides?
well give me one more spin
and the beauty in the bathrobe,
she ran screaming through the town
she was certain all the blue was falling down.
i don't think you're crazy
i think that you're just scare
i just can't believe we could've ever been
less prepared
you'll never get what you need if you're holding your breath
but if you bleed long enough you'll sure catch your death.
so give me one more spin
oh darling,
you've always known best.
keep your secrets locked behind your cold, closed lips.
but I'm still here waiting, I'm shaking at the gates
who's gonna let me in,
its late.
we're all alone.
i know we're all alone.
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2. |
Pittsburgh
03:53
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i think I'm losing touch
these deep breaths, they don't feel like enough
caution's capped the rapturous
thunder of you,
but the box beneath your bed remains
full imbued
with your smile, your laugh and your memories past,
"if you're leavin',
we've got some speakin'
to do."
i think you're giving up
potential is never enough.
fraying fast the fabric
you've cut to extend,
while you're burning down the wick that you've
lit from both ends.
is the cold conversation,
still wearing your patience,
for the cold?
that sticks to your bones
and follows you home.
well you can't
cast
shadows here
they'll leave you alone
out on your own.
you search,
for something to chase.
while we stretch the spectrum in place
your gallows gathering dust.
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3. |
Judith
03:52
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baby bottle blue,
you've let your colors molt away
in a trade for love,
its never to be true.
while your sister's sleeping softly
on a balustrade of silence
ask your questions,
i doubt she'll answer you.
cloistered coffers cluttered
with a litany of lovers
just to cauterize
the craters punched in you.
will you wait?
for the fortune casting candy striper
talking tongues in children's cypher
idol babel biding by your bedside.
while broken bound and bludgeoned
with your heart preserved in traction
its just a fraction of,
the fortunes that you're due
while we're straddling the states
along the edges i can wait
for the fold to bring us in,
our hopes resolve.
will you wait?
for the fortune casting candy striper
talking tongues in children's cypher
idol babel biding by your bedside.
for a glimpse, a gasp,
between the misers
forging lovers into lifers.
manic masses moving through your insides.
but Mary your fatal flaw you see,
was you tried to love us all.
you set the seed to soil
and swore we would live forever.
darling, you'd never know
just how far these arms could row
for the glow
beyond the bay of slow surrender.
for a taste, a touch, a timid talking
a clearer course,
out towards the crossing.
clever conversation by the wayside.
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4. |
American Splendor
03:40
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"caution crept between the words,"
she said.
a sort of quiet conversation
between myself
and my own patience
for myself
itching through the last of what's left the shed.
burning bathtubs bubble violet,
just a taste for some peace and quiet.
summer sands,
they're slipping through your hands.
braces your knees to catch your catapulted kin.
we're all just waiting to begin.
massive melting megaphones corrode.
mix the silence and displace,
patient structures rust in place.
while stumbling
we're all left crumbling,
to a comfort caught
put gently in it's place,
young hearts all grown beneath the weight.
and I'm not trying to let go
but these hands aren't yours' to hold
waiting, wishing
someday isn't so.
now break your broken bender,
save what's to remember
American Splender,
on letting go,
you'll find your feet.
all the mistruths we'll learn to sleep through.
calipers stretch and sweep,
through the distances we'll learn to see though.
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