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Dumb Birds
02:45
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Formerly familial
I guess you had to be there
Beverly on the bridge
Heard she moved in mach one
Saw no sign of sorrow
From the boys or dumb birds
Every crow was watching
Beverly land in child's pose
Now she's getting washed out
Spread across the dirt floor
There’s something I can’t floss out
By neither hand nor sword
Once you measure something,
Now it's null and void
Can't take the boy from the earrings
Can't take the earrings from the boy
Warped face, waste of space
Pining for a missing case
Rip tide, low five
Clemency for shadow shame
Nonplussed, key bumps
A silent vice when I was lost
Gushed over, crushed twice
If I could spawn a portal at no cost
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2. |
Tiny You in a Prism
02:46
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You raised a glass house
Now all the town fathers are having conniptions
I guess I never told ya but
I've been sleeping on your side
Since you never take mine
It's a good sign they don't know your name
Scream in my pillow to my trying eyes
I saw no sign of sorrow
So I burned my supplies
So alone, a lonesome grin
Obsidian spells lay waste again
I'm basically gone, except for the spirit, well
Tiny you in a prism
Stuck in the cracks
Lest you deflect
Any uniform parallax
Disinvent the visions of
A past life so safe
This place is a portal
You could keep me at arm's length
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3. |
Rover
03:19
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We have once lived in a home where time's the loudest sound
Thought it my resting place so I hid the clock in your mother's couch
Adderall and sleeping pills can’t get you through the day
Buzzed off your bruising fruit hung so low it warms me in the shade
Rove, man, rove
How will you go?
When I don't see you for weeks
you become a foreign concept to me
With honest fingers, I try to pen some cerebral bull shit
But shock thoughts sober me up
Silence breathes when my words take a hit
Store me warmly, serve me best at 98 degrees
or I’ll slip into a fugue state from another self induced brain freeze
Rove, man, rove
How will you go?
When I don't see you for weeks
you become a foreign concept to me
Creature comfort, I crumble through your grip
When you call me by his name, I pretend to never get upset
But I always do
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4. |
Trellis
03:05
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Mentioned only for a second,
time is such a small window
Judy in the universe, no locus of control
Humbled by an elemental force, the mercy of it all
I've been trying to see through the illusions
I've been trying to wait out the delusions you use when
you curse the foggy mirror for the third time this morning
I've been quiet, I've been quiet
I'm not gonna force this, create or destroy this
I cannot forget what Peter said in the trellis
Love’s in every breath, have you ignored it or felt it?
Here I change my outcome from outnumbered to number one
I've been quiet, I've been quiet
I'm not gonna force this, create or destroy this
I guess I'll just store this
Quiet myths form versions of ourselves
that we hardly knew
Crucial loops keep dream memories
Strikes me, deja vu
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5. |
Mood Ring
04:14
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Daylight blooms
washing the windows phosphorous
It's my own life, yet I wait for you
to tell me how it will end
I'll say I won't mind
It's nothing I couldn't see coming
Moon, caged, holds
glow through my window, brilliant
If I arrive before you wake
don't tell me how this will end
It's on my mind
a dream I couldn't wake up in
Mood ring's show emotional posing
not your true tableaux
If I could form some semblance
of safety in black holes
I'd shine a light through the deepest reaches
til you make it back home
I'll dust ya off and beam ya back
into ruby, into gold
Remind yourself there's always
a beauty you can hold
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