1. |
thick
02:17
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this is my face
of my own idyllic taste
i'm a thickened voice
I am vain.
think of me as hot skin, stretching
acne ridden, thought possessing
animal with thickened blood to strain.
(this is the place)
this is the place
this is the state, surrounded in red
I'll cover my face
how does it get from thinning to thinned in a day?
and why the charade?
all of my veins thick with blood
how did it get from open to shut?
all of my veins thick with blood
how did it get from open to
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2. |
talk
03:18
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I'm gonna change my life, so let me.
how hard is it?
I've gone and changed my name already.
don't make me explain it.
who are you?
you know me as my death
so you don't know me at all.
who do you
claim as your God?
I hope He's all talk.
I've sobered up already since last night.
too busy feeling heavy to have a good time.
it's bad enough you call me by the wrong thing
but better yet, you see me
as gravel in your teeth.
how many words does it take?
how many more til it takes?
who are you?
you know me as my death
so you're knowing me all wrong.
who do you
claim as your God
and how long til He talks?
how long til He talks?
save your teeth from the rocks
in my name.
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3. |
postcard
03:07
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I wish it was your hair in the laundry
scented and reeking of me.
I wish it was your bread in the pantry
it's long requested of me.
and how would you give it up to me?
and how would you want it taken of me?
I wish it was your car in the driveway
holding the melting groceries.
I wish it was your mail on the coffee table.
all I have are postcards
of your view, one of you.
how would you want it?
I wish you were perfect.
I wish I would end it.
I hope you repair from me.
I wish that you hated me.
and how would you give it up to me?
and how would you take it?
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4. |
blue
04:09
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got sick from peroxide
my purposely burning nose
coordinate on the outside
you're the bleach spots in my clothes
I'm saturation and highlights
I'm the blue staining the pillow
act and flip to the clean side
like you don't know
I guess I can't be patient
or run the water til it's clear
got sick on the carried
so it is, so it goes
I fold, start to capsize, my seatbelt's too tight
I'm in the left lane going slow
I guess I can't be patient
or run the water til it's clear.
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