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could be spring
02:58
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light blue overalls
soft whispers
hold me in a crowded room
cracked eggs in
frying pans
i imagine this every sunday noon
curl my hair in
the bathroom sink
looking like you a little more this way
trying to remember
what your face is
in the light when you yesterday
maybe there’s no better time than now
maybe i could be brave when there’s no doubt
wanna wake up by your side
or see what you said last night
be warm to me
you could be spring
saw a figure
across the street
we met before you even met me
pale mornings
too early to begin
Tuck me back in bed with your heart
melt me from the cold for a start
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2. |
what i do
03:32
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every corner makes me sadder
reminds me of another lover
for me you used to like the winters
orange sodas in the rain
washing my hair in the sink
Can’t get through another
not quite sure why i do what i do
I am lost and i don’t have a clue
not afraid of a cold I am used to
don’t look so broken by the move
Never the right time now im paralyzed
a stale roll of film waiting to unwind
the more I know the less I feel
Always moving way too quickly
Always feeling just too sickly
Wondering how I can cut you a deal
Maybe I hide behind
Some musical sadness
That isolates me
From all this madness
Maybe it takes forever
To find what’s the truth
When you look
You have missed all your youth
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3. |
liars, thieves
03:29
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I’ll write you a story
Tell it to you before bedtime
When your neighbors' houses begin to burn
And you mother is stuck trying to return
The radio plays the old pop songs
Back before you were born
I’ll write your poem for you
Even though I don’t know your life anymore
You talk about dirt and dust
And wars inside your heart
And barbed wires that are way too sharp
I am a ghost writer for a poet I don’t know
Your words weigh something. mine are just for show
In dreams they called us liars and thieves
In dreams I’m in pieces from our grief
I laugh, I love, in love, i love you
You go, you leave, from me, I love you
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your masterpiece
03:11
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Give me a choice and I’ll stop the writing
Remove my stitches in dim lighting
Go out with that chain on your neck
Stare with me at the slow sunsets
Unconditional laughter exceeds
Self determined uncertainties
Emotions scrape off walls it clings
Listen when it rings
I went for a walk in the woods again
I want her to be free
We drive cheap cars down the freeway
Somebody has to leave
Suicidal lies aren’t a part of me
Just kiss and hold me tenderly
Golden hair obscures their eyes
I can’t see clearly what they hide
Warm air’s clouding my mind
Picking up the whispers in the twines
So many hearts were born blind
I’ll be with you until midnight
You said it wasn’t too bad
I can’t see how things would end
None of that could be your masterpiece
Give me a sign and I’d stop my crying
Forget about the diction that I carry
We’ll go against the grain, or walk in the rain
Laughing till we both go insane
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you're just a ghost!
04:08
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Days are getting shorter
Darkness goes on too long
You know even when it hurts
I could still be wrong
Playing the game
You’re happier I’m not the same
Maybe we’ve always know
Keep on waiting I’m not ashamed
Tell me again
About the day we met
Raining softly just enough to
Catch feelings
Tell me again
About the night we left
sneaking out through the window
Quiet whispers lovers quarrels
Tangled in the rain
I don’t ever want to complain
Sometimes it’s hard to feel
When I have forgotten my name
Guess I’m still unsure
I used to be so bored
But then you said something that
Made me giddy once more
I don’t want to go back
When all I’ve done has been incorrect
The wounds are infected
And I don’t know what to regret
I barely remember how it was
Not living on my own
It’s getting harder when you’re just a ghost
There are a thousand words
You’re lost in the cold
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