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Old Jeans
03:42
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I need to cut a new hole in my belt
To compensate for a shrinking waste of breath, which I have felt
realized to late I should have saved a little for myself
I sleep through the day in the middle of the week
'cause I'm up all night feeling guilty about the birthmark on your cheek
I apologize for acting stupid when I should for being weak
I miss the days where everything seemed to fit
It's all still there, but it feels different
I'm hoping all the things can be the way they were
I need to cut a new hole in my heart
To make some room, to accommodate you without falling apart
my belt's too long and I haven't slept, but I guess that it's a start.
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My exoskeleton is recharging for his friends on a futon in a polite suburban forest next to the highway going southwest; there are too many cars on the side streets and too many lanes between the exits between us and all my logic is broken so I probably shouldn't be driving in the first place; I am trying to shut out the proverbial light so I can catch a reluctant glint in the dark with my own eyes; but you can't catch a break because
The televisions on and the internet is on and besides you are constantly on it and it is constantly in your pocket
What am I anymore besides defined by being three minutes late to walking to the bus and remembering all winded and sweaty that you still forgot something important?
So no, I can't come visit you this weekend
I know it's been a long six months
butI need to think just for second
so I'll text you
Later on.
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Good Grief
03:01
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You ran away with the sun, one night
You ran away like a cold, cold river
Now you return with the warmth of the sun
And I would rather just stay cold for the winter
You were my favorite ghost in the forest
Now I will spread your ashes over the riverbed
I'm feeling better now that you're not haunting me
Maybe you'll go to heaven now that you are gone from me
Your handwriting's bad, but I kept the notes that you wrote for me
I hear your words from across a bridge and they are choking me.
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The Big Loser
01:55
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I never know when you are awake
Or when you're going to tell me that you're sleeping
Throw away an "I'll talk to you in the morning"
Like a nickel that fell out of your pocket when you sat on the loveseat
Will you even notice that it's gone?
Will you remember where to look?
Is it really worth deeming a loss
When you already having something worth more?
Like going home for the first time to an empty house.
A blanket with holes that you've known all your life on the couch.
A nervous neck to inhale while you touch.
Is anything really worth that much?
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