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torn up runners
hole in your sole
waking nightmares
lost and not told
how to surviiiiive
i am not hiding out in your cell phone
if you call me i will not answer
and i am not the ground beneath your feet
you can't walk all over me
i won't hold you steady
you cant walk all over me
i'm too weak
and i'll be here
hands gripped tight to my ukulele
and i'll be drowning, drowning, drowning
drowning in fear, guilt, and self pity
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Part 2: Part 2: Sylvia
03:06
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can i be trusted with my own safety?
nature kills me, i ask impolitely
what did you get out of cooking your face
out of marriage is hell i know
but i've never been there
is it an absence, or a presence?
of something less dependent
on the idea that you are worthless and your action all mean nothing
your consciousness overwhelming every thought that you thought helping
every leper stopped from drowning couldn't stop that wax from melting
who's gunna stop you from leaving it all behind?
i ask again, who's gunna stop you from helping your friends survive
or at least in your mind
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Cabin Fever
01:13
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well i was born in '03
by 10 i couldn't sleep
waking up to all the sounds
of all the monsters in my mouth
screaming out blood will have blood
and marley's ghost will keep me up
and you were born in '02
and by the time that i met you
we had already lost our minds
we had already spent our time
reading books and reading people
looking down upon the steeple
watching monsters pour out
reading words aloud always helped me to visualize the sound
keeping the beat, and time and time and time again
i would place my head into my hands
cuz i forgot just how to dance
oh no, oh no, oh no
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Origins For Endings
01:54
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it started with a battery,
a remote far too dead to get off of her feet
standing in a bookstore waiting to learn how to read
and isn't that unfortunate? wouldn't you love to help her out?
and aren't you generous? wouldn't you love to thank yourself?
give thanks, to yourself
it started with a photograph
giving you a taste of what it felt like to be seen
remodeling your self to fit how you look on the screen
and isn't it unfortunate that you could never be yourself?
looking in the mirror, you realize your body is a hell
your body is a hell
it ended with a parasite
filling your body with a person so mean
and aren't you scared that you'll end up like me?
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Sunflower
03:09
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clawed my way up into your life
screaming about flowers summer and
brushfires
some days i wake up a rose
so delicate, so beautiful
leaning on your sunflower stalk
i was always watching, waiting
waiting to spill out my hatred
never got a second chance
but i would push it
as far as it would go
well i am quiet, but only when convenient
and i will end up with a bloody throat
at the end of every single show
clawed my way out of information
armed with nothing but a tambourine
and some days i will bring my camera
to photograph the frozen animals
OH CANT NATURE BE SO CRUEL
well i am,
quiiiiiettttt
but only when convenient
and i will end up with a bloody throat
at the end of every single show
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Combing
03:38
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when im 27 i will feign obsession combing through the hallways mindscape of the closet. shattered piece of chalkboard much unwanted fingers; a cotard delusion, scratching at the surface.
so much to prove
not much to give
after all you were only a kid
breaking down
and beating up your strings
you were the monster in pink
i gather all my problems why would i go and solve them for i am a collector, an organizer mess.
nvr combing thru ur hair
and all these thoughts r fair
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the edges of mattress are fraying cuz all i ever do is sleep all day
tearing my sheets off in fits of rage
dont pity me cuz even though im only half of a shadow of a human being
i dont deserve all of your small things
i am a waste of space, a mooch
and most of all someone you hate
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Closer (old strings)
01:03
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old strings
torn up faces
worn down shoes with
worn down laces
chain link fence with
hair in braids its
social circles,
social changes
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