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I Want To Be Naked
02:25
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I Want To Be Naked
better late than forever, as some guy once said
with a look on his face like his phone just went dead
after another shitty date with my fear and self-hate
i thought it might be better if we were just friends
you feel so free before your car hits the water
you feel so free before your love lives in the basement
i want to be naked
better late than forever, as some guy once said
why bother with sleep, i’ll fall to pieces instead
can’t recall my younger face, inhibitions stabbed to lace
with my eyes on the prize and my back turned on death
you feel so free before your surgeon makes small talk
you feel so free before your love lives in the basement
i want to be naked
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Flowers
02:39
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Flowers
tomorrow morning, when we squint
through coffee, sex and supplements
your perfect legs across the bedframe:
others can be so exhausting
tomorrow dear, i might resist
so pull me close with tiny fists
let’s slow dance to your humming fridge
one pop song without reference
even as i watch you flicker,
sweet mirage of my desire
even now i barely
see my feet between the spiders
oh oh oh - we just wanna know hurt that isn’t ours
hey hey hey - we just wanna be limbless like the flowers
tomorrow morning, we can run
along the panes of cracking ice
if we’re spotted from above
we’ll vanish before cops show up
tomorrow we’ll try not to wonder
what lies behind the curtain of want
it’s only dust, rising in the sun
bare, blind and gaunt
even as i watch you flicker,
sweet mirage of my desire
i know no metaphor worth saving from the fire
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Until You Heal
02:24
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Until You Heal
born in a spray of
swollen knees
blind hope and
measureless belief
laying like the husks they are
cast across the cracked tile floor.
soon taught to learn but with no task
beyond a thousand indispensable distractions.
raised by silkworms and the mice
interred in textbooks and advice.
“you’re so cruel to yourself
but don’t speak ill of the dead
just do until you heal”
scared lover wakes you from a dream
sighs sounded like a stifled scream
glass wishbone arms in moth-pocked sheets
fall still until dawn intercedes
on sleepless nights, you sense it too
your punctuality will destroy you
your love is not repairable
and thinking is unbearable
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The Song Condemns Itself
03:26
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The Song Condemns Itself
it’s 3pm and i can’t breathe
woke up with skin between my teeth
i don’t know
torn clothes jigsaw across the drawers
like bones from times when i was yours
i don’t know
turn off all the lights to see my old halo
oh, those rays were bright but now so far gone
sure, my face might frighten you, it’s ok though
that’s what my love is like without makeup on
spilt cups roll into a toast
to bedsores, shame, and bloody throats?
i don’t know
one more short day spent thrashing in
heaven’s bedpan, will i swim?
i don’t know
i’m such a rare special exception
cause my bald wound has useful lessons
(ha)
oh, i hardly think of you
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5. |
Here We Are
03:16
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Here We Are
o i can’t drive and talk
swerving through the rocks
like shrapnel of some party
that you won’t go to anymore.
you’re not the type to pause for breath
sin, time or yawning death
though i suspect you love
the suburbs for conquering all four
your sunglasses on
as tide touches sun
pass me a grape
my mind is changing shape
where do i end do you start where you are?
here we are where you end do i start?
where do i end do you start where you are?
here we are oh my friend here we are.
your grin could roll the window up
between bleak tales of your past
has everyone you met hurt you
wonder if i’ll be the next
my skin is dry and i got my
first true grey hair when i was twelve
you’ve always had a sense of doom—
but we should get sushi here soon
i just want to be
a word you repeat
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