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Earth Turns Faster
03:00
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The floor creaks beneath my heavy heart as I set my eyes on who I must confront, but the bags in my eyes pull my gaze to the floor instead, I am selfish but just for tonight as I must force my ambition of closure on another, for events which may not affect her anymore.
Your heart is open but is it open to me, you built yourself off of academic machines, a gap in your chest where your sentiment should be, your ribs caged that muscle but they couldn't keep in the intimacy. We lost the trail when the flame gave out and it didn't take much time for the cold wind to prevail and I can say with certainty that I don't deserve the option but a warm body beside me beats being frost-bitten.
I'd end my life all together if I knew that you wouldn't cry, I'd drive my car off of a bridge if I didn't know you were inside, God knows I should thank you because concern for you has kept me alive, but if I did it would only cause stress and worry for a silly life like mine.
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In the morning the light couldn't quite reach my eyes, it stood still an inch before my skin, I couldn't see the golden bars but if I raised my arms I could feel the heat of the sun against my fingertips.
...Why did you mind? You were gone, you left. Why? Because I wanted you? that we may touch.
I've rubbed too many shoulders with too much blue blood, mine are forced down with the weight of comparison, I'd wear them both on chains, my body bends as a crane and I walk them both into the darkened lake. (I'm not who I want to be)
I won't prove myself to anyone especially not you, it's nothing to do with pride I just prefer the solitude. That life isn't mine, it's overflowing from your cuts, I won't grow if you keep holding me still let me die without you. (I prefer my own solitude)
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I was never one for conflict, I don't speak up in my class, this city in black and white has fallen to the mundanity I strive to escape but I won't confront it I won't...
I listen to the sound of the wind brushing by the leaves in the trees, or was it all just a memory, a memory of a season where the view remained green. she wept and I couldn't find the courage to ask her why, the shade of her bedroom mirror trapped within her eyes. The decade ended and I don't feel any different, did I waste my time or did the years waste my life.
What narrating doesn't fit when playing a part in the life you're fixed, so I guess I have to choose if I participate in the cliche blues, while I'm choking down the words I spilled, when my lips won't move to form it out. And my tongue becomes stuck in this cage of my mouth, my teeth are the bars and they're staying locked up. Angel, are you an angel?
I listen to the sound of the wind brushing by the leaves in the trees, or was it all just a memory, a memory of a season where the view remained green.
The sunlight that I'm living in, I think I'd enjoy it more with some company. Angel, are you an angel, I've read about your kind I hope you're every bit as nice. But I'm still a doubter, I can't believe it until you say the words
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An Exercise in Brevity
03:58
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The moon is nothing special I've seen it up close in a poster on a wall in a preschool classhouse, I ventured down one night just to peer inside. to be appalled at the lack of any character in sight. Those eyes are not divine they've been close enough to put the fire in my lungs when they measure me up, her voice resonates with my lack of time and how she's figured out a way to take up every inch in my mind.
I must've let her in (make her stay, make her stay) longing's not a sin (another day, make her stay) with the boy who lost his credit, one day she'll soon forget it and I hope it won't be soon. (The world goes on) I don't want this to end, (You've said too much) this day keeps marching on and on to the beat of the clock on the wall of this classroom. (If I've said enough, I haven't said enough) this tinted glass is breaking and our respect is melting down the drain. (Not you)
Your drawer is full of letters I left at your door if you'd give them a chance I swear they'll win you over, but not before I'm lost at your leave. I'll soak up your love until it's the only thing I see. Look around, listen close, lose yourself in me and fall, and when I follow up and rip every contact of yours away.
I deserve every bit (cut away, cut away) for the hairs that I've split (the only way to make her stay) from the king who lost his head about a block east of death and now the bells are ringing louder. (This world will turn) but it'll take it's time (if we keep it tight) we won't be left behind, memories are made for keeping well mine are made for leaving behind in the snow where I found them for a springtime surprise, I'll turn a blind eye. You were never on my side, you were never, I hope you get what's coming.
Don't you want the best for me, don't you want the best. For the present and past it seems, you've been wanting to rest. Why do you wait by the sidelines and wait for one chance to knock me down.
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This Road Ends
04:30
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It's always been clear to understand the calendar's agenda is inexact, to treat every day as equal to the next, it's flawed it should have never been pressed at least it's got it's standards written in tests to be marked with an "x" in red ink with a uniform motion. You liar, you bastard, you've been away.
to the perpetual memory of two consecutive days in my life, to the weight of all the things piled up upon my shoulders. To whatever damage is a consequence of me, to what I said you don't agree.
I talked to a girl and her symmetry and I married the glances the she gave to me, until she lost her head to the guillotine of social niceties. I saw her lying at the edge of the water, until the tide covered her, it washed away all the features she had. The water had no intention of letting up, when I dove in to find her I was scared I wouldn't get out, and then I couldn't confirm the love that I felt I was aching on pain of having to find someone else. then Atlas must have shifted his weight because the sky for a second seemed to dilate, if I reached out my hand I could feel it's weave, it's texture of canvas on oil paintings. I washed up still breathing but half a year had passed and winter now fed where the summer had fast, the fattened snow screamed at me, (gluttony) And everything was white save for the silhouette towering over me. (it sheltered my eyes) and I cried out "God? if that's you you've come too late, my legs are too frail and I've lost my faith, I haven't seen the earth as it should be seen, only in Polaroids and computer screens.
You won't forgive me I won't take that from you, I'll make my own path through hell. Human shaped prisms warp the light around me, make everything seem a paradigm of why I shouldn't stay alive, I'd like to fill them up with everything missing from my life, a sense of direction and belonging, not felt in mine. It's a comfort.
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The Yesman Song
03:33
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You'd kill for this, two lashes and an upper lip that's you, a head without a spine laying there half dead on the brink and it's in my head, these walls are closing in again and you're never going to give it a rest will you? So you're hoping you can stall, screaming "God will save us all" and it echoes off the ceiling and it calls to you. Staring with disgust, over the border wall between us, and you're never going to give it away, Okay. It's not my place to stare back what have I left, two bottles and a book I've barely read, I might as well pick it up and start again.
Hold your breath I'm here, I'm watching over. Hold your breath, it's shorter than the fuse and hold your breath I want to stay but you're in the way and if your fuse grows too short I'll hold the flame. Hold your breath it's not yours. This is what I've been waiting for, this is what I've been watching out for. This is what I could not know, it's only me, this is what I could show, this is it. And if you've got it I want it back, if you're lonely it's true, it's what you wanted. Hold your breath I'm here I'm watching over...
You and what you've got left (what have you left?) two lashes and a crooked upper lip (that's it) are you ever gonna see it? (see it) and it's one more time is it you? I'm sick of you I'm sick of you (it's you I'm sick of)
There's a line drawn in the sand, I step over it and I'm over you, my entire memory's been stained in red and orange hues. And don't you go, don't you know that this is war? this is war. And it's what you wanted.
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Sick Winds Toronto, Ontario
making bona fide folk songs for the internet era.
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