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Waving
01:36
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Jan:Feb
03:59
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My shoes are soaking. It's been snowing since New Year's Day. I can’t wait for the sun
You were talking about my hands and how they were so cold. I blamed circulation.
Closer, we’ve become colder. How can anybody live this way?
I see fire through the trees, red smoke laying in the east. Feels like it’s burning just for me.
When can we go? Is this as close as we get? If it is, do I feel any different? If it is, does it change the beauty of it?
I see fire through the trees, red smoke laying in the east. I see fire. Kingdom come
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Wake You
03:36
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I walked downstairs a faceless figure sleeps on my couch, I was indisposed. I crept outside just to sit down, I didn’t want to wake you up. Wondering what events occurred. Judging by the trail of empty cans, you poured out your inhibitions. I hope I didn’t think too much, I didn’t want to wake you.
Because I know the feeling of regret awaits you, to tear you down, so I didn’t want to wake you. I didn’t want to wake you up.
Was I quiet enough? You were searching for your phone. It was dead. It was nowhere.
Retracing your steps but they were too soft, barely visible. Feeling unclean, broken cigarettes, contemplating possibilities for your next move I gave you a drink of water. I was hoping it would wash you clean, I didn’t want to wake you.
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HibMig
05:52
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I spend my days waiting here. I’ve become the furniture that never moves. Dreaming backward, you were there. Standing on the river I was sinking in. How long are you supposed to wait to go when your bed feels like a grave? Days don’t change. Conversations move in place. You don't mind it for a while, 27 years a child.
Push me away, I’m tired of waiting on the planets to align just so I can move. Is it a shadow that I’m living under? Is it a veil that I’m looking through? Separate the layers, let the Spirit fall. Moving all around, taking me apart. I don’t want to stop.
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Revolving Door
03:37
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I’m weighing all my options but they even out. I ask you all the questions I’m not sure about. I don’t want to hold this weight anymore, locking up my knees so I don’t collapse to the floor. The fear of failure haunts me.
Rearrange my room and it feels the same. Markings on the carpet leave a trace.
Like calling your father by his middle name, it doesn’t feel right. I’ve become a revolving door
I was waiting on you. Was I waiting on you? I was waiting on myself. Staying alive in the middle of my couch.
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Fox Years
05:15
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Is it fear that you hold or does it hold you? Twenty-four years, I’m still the latter. You held your breath and counted backwards. Twenty seconds to find yourself. I’m no stone to build on. We’re feeling for the door, this room is too dark.
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I Hear Your Words
05:01
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I believe in what you do to me, sleepless nights and selfish fantasies. Making me dependable on a feeling. Come back again and take me.
New Messiah talk in parables. The gray in between the unknown variables. Read my palm, trace the patterns. Do the curves spell your name?
I don’t know what it is you want from me. I hear your words what do they mean?
You could be wrong, I can be too, but I won’t tell you.
Everything I did was for myself, I needed to know I could be god. A wedding bed where we both meet. You wrote the songs but I chose the key.
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Wallpaper
03:58
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Every day I wake up here hoping for a spiritual cure. There are days when I feel close, there are nights I’m not so sure. Have you heard the voice of God? If you did, would you tell anyone? Even if you didn’t like what he said, would you still consider it truth?
I feel tired, overused. I’m wallpaper in a funeral home. Tear me down because it doesn’t do me any good to stay around. It doesn’t do me any good to wait around.
In my mind, you are a black hole pulling me away from the sky. I haven’t always felt this way about you, you’re a childhood coat that I outgrew.
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Means
03:38
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I don’t like to feel alone lying on the floor of my rented home. You were a means to fill a void. Dressed up in another skin, good things came from faking it. Learning your shapes and how they fit with mine.
You’re a shirt that I used to wear buttoned up, I wore you everywhere
Now it’s too warm for long sleeves. I think you felt the same. You were looking to kill some time, I was an arcade game. Did you see me as a level to what you really want?
I think I knew the whole time, it’s not right. I didn’t tell you
I knew the whole time, it’s not right. I didn’t tell you.
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Stained Glass I
03:57
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Great storyteller, I watched you die from the foot of your bed as my grandmother cried for the first time. You stared right at me with your glass eye. I always felt like I was on your left side. Were you gone? I couldn’t tell. I looked in the mirror the TV stopped.
Is this a dream? I want it to be.
I held your hands, your fingertips soft. When you were younger they were harder than rocks. Time destroys all the things we’ve worked for.
Is this a dream? I want it to be.
I carried your body across the room, you weren’t there.
And I never wondered where you were
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Burnout
04:04
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Standing straight up in the middle of your house I didn’t feel moved, I didn’t want to be here. Looking around, their hands were reaching. Stepchildren smiled. What was it I was missing?
You say it’s alright that I don’t feel the same, “It’s a season, you need to grow through it.”
But I want to burn out. I’m tired of taking my time.
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June:July
04:54
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Open up your window so we can cool down. This day was a fire we couldn’t get out. I was a sweaty mess, your skin says you’re shy. I was a sweaty mess. You were fine with it.
Unprotected bodies, skin turned red. We were making decisions based on assumptions. I was so burnt. I was a fool. I was so burnt out. You were fine with it.
You took me to your sister’s house I met her child. I had no idea how much this meant to you. I was so lost, I was too young. You wanted more, I couldn’t give you that.
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