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This is no time to get so manic
Everyone is here...try not to panic.
They can all see my thoughts
And taste my gut feelings
Of how desperately
I want to ingest you
So I could throw it all back up
And see it come to life again
In my head.
Mirrors upon mirrors
I fight off my reflection
Cause I'll give myself cancer
Some sort of infection
That is incurable, unstoppable
Unbelievable that this is happening to me.
Oh, but it is.
It let itself in.
Bad choices, wrong choices
Food is poisoned
Now I'm poisoned.
Always sick, so exhausted.
Always sick, always exhausted.
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2. |
Salt Water Lips
04:55
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I tied my tongue to yours
So we could speak the same words
Taste the same flavors
And swallow the same cures.
I'll run off in the distance
And give you back your flower
Adjust the signal for hours
For your voice I will listen.
Salt water lips..
Please stay beneath the moon
So I could follow your tracks
Of blonde hair left in place.
She wore all four seasons
Up and down her sleeves.
Let me be your echo
To your footsteps on the leaves.
Tonight it's only you
That casts a presence at the outlook.
And the underlying truth..
Is I would trade this..
Trade this all for you.
Push your body on top of mine
And keep me going with cheap white wine.
Confess my secrets of the time
When you were stripping naked
And how I wanted you.
Salt water lips..
Please stay beneath the moon
So I could follow your tracks
Of blonde hair left in place.
She wore all four seasons
Up and down her sleeves.
Let me be your echo
To your footsteps on the leaves.
Dissipate into my pores
Let me breathe you in
Like I've done before.
Dissipate into my pores
Let me breathe you in
Like I've done before.
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3. |
The Window Washer
04:00
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And this is my reminder to stay awake
To absorb your touch that's ingrown in my flesh.
To be the one in your fantasies
To feel your body at dawn
To be the twist in your plot..
Because ready or not..
Ready or not..
Here comes the monster.
And he still dreams about you.
How quickly would you kill me
If you found that I were peeking
While you dance around the room
And glide across your basement floor?
It's full exposure at full volume all the time.
We could keep our heads in mud
And say that I'm a ghost.
Well I only thought that we would kiss
But you gut me like a fish
And my intent is on the floor
Though its harmless and insured.
So, I cut off my head
To fix my perfect teeth
And all the nerve endings sparked voluntarily.
Put me back on my bed
And splice me back together.
I was incoherent
I was safe and tethered.
Nightlight, save me.
Save me from the twilight.
Break me, take me, make me
More like her life.
This chisel to the brain
Has done me every wonder
We are back in the woods
Where I'm healthy and I'm younger.
And every bottle that was drained
Till the last fucking drop?
Well..Jesus says I'm happy
Whether I know it or not.
Yeah, Jesus thinks I'm funny
But Jesus is a liar.
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And you were the one
That was holding the gun
In my dream of you
You are ready, I am not.
With your smile so tight.
Your eyes so wide.
You are bleeding...I am not.
Upon the hill
Casualties lie still
They were target practice
An easy kill.
It was now my turn
To explain my birth
To ease your passing
To prove my worth.
You had a look
One I've seen before.
Once upon a time
When you were a star.
So I spin the bottle
And it lands on you
We didn't kiss
So I picked truth.
We looked towards the sea
As the tidal wave screamed
Locked me in a stare
As we ran toward the street.
You were just my shadow
But I couldn't say no.
If you don't die
Then away we'll go.
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My Coloring Book
04:30
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You were drowning
In the glory of your brain
In distilled city water
With carrots on your plate.
The equations on your skin
Calculate your sleeping skills
They paint the picture in your mind
Of buying groceries
In a suit and tie
But it was my canvas that was white
Where I'd lay to die.
And you knew me
The inner core of me.
A fiend for 'tine
That pours out when I bleed
Bloody, I am bloody
Paint me just like you
How you glue it all with alcohol
Disguising every bruise
But it was my mind that was white
Full of thoughts to change the dye
And it was my eyes that were closed
Linear thoughts, I am now exposed.
You are sleeping with your knife
Basking in your own desperation
Pinching yourself
When you're alone at night
To make sure you're still alive.
You carry your milk
And a strainer behind your back
That catches all the filth
That you hide inside your chest
You are dead on a canvas of white.
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6. |
A Harlequin's Dance
04:55
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Wake me up and send shivers down my spine
You can kill me now and maybe take your time.
Interpreting your dance and I read every sign
That you are here to take me
Above the sun, beneath the light.
Broken bones in a scary state of mind
I only want a taste, I only want to try.
Are you waiting for me
To protect the image kept inside?
Creator and carrier..I am sorry but I tried.
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(Beacons)
01:33
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It cuts in and out..and I think she's just a manifestation of my life. I don't know whether or not she's real..but in the dark I can feel her bones and her body sink into mine. Whatever she is, she shines a light that keeps me alive in some strange way..though I'm certain at some points she wants to take it. I'm open to either end of it. I love and hate her. But I love and I hate everything. I wonder why she can pick and choose a time to meet or maybe it's just me that summons her in a repressed state of mind. My undying love and the torture of it all keeps me waiting for a beacon of light.
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8. |
When We Were Naked
03:41
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When I was a blank canvas to be painted
I thought to be everything I contemplated.
But I covered my eyes
For the rest of the night.
She spoke so lightly
She told me she'd be waiting.
She gave me an heirloom
Her mother was saving.
You need to be alive
So I could believe
That I'm not naked
And there for all to see
Chasing your shadow
And trying not to breathe.
Once you were a seed
A sparkle in their eyes.
Did you dream of empty gardens
To sow your lips and give them life?
Your sun kissed skin
Has always done me in.
But I'm on the threshold
Of starting where I end.
I'm on the threshold
Of starting where I'll end.
Once I was a ghost
On the cusp of crossing over.
I checked my insides
Made sure that I'm a donor.
I was empty enough
I was finally in love
When we were naked
And there for all to see
Chasing the vapors
That were left of you and me.
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Family A , Family B
05:38
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Death doesn't take you.
It welcomes you in.
Brings you to her place
Licks your skin
And bends your spine.
It gives your spots on your neck.
She makes you breakfast in the ground
Serves you coffee with a spoon
To help you dig yourself out
She keeps you awake
When your sheets aren't cold
And you're just as alive
As you wanna be.
Just as alive
As you wanna be
Does the hammer work all alone?
Does it build a house
That I'm tearing down?
Did someone help
The fragile eight year old
Become so fucking scared of the dark at night?
A chain doesn't slide
To lock the doors at night.
It helps you sleep on a pillow
The one you'd use to shield a fight.
The one you'd use to take his life.
Smothering, he sleeps too loud.
This is marriage and disconnection
The daisy chain is gone
Along with affection.
Does the hammer work all alone?
Does it build a house
That I'm tearing down?
Did someone help
The fragile eight year old
Become so fucking scared of the dark at night?
We are chipping away
At a home made of stones
Switching blood to our marrow
That makes up our bones.
Does the hammer work all alone
To drive in all the nails
To keep everything we own?
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I talk so big in the ways that I say
Your name to the faces that remember all the days
When we were young and running
And meeting at the corners
Profess some kind of love
That only seemed to border
On me becoming crazy
Crazy and obsessed
In a way I wouldn't say, I wouldn't say, I wouldn't say.
Afternoons of roses and pleasures on our back
We could break the mold we hated
And become our personal best
Of time, effort, passion
But passion was the best.
Cuffed to the bed
And now I start to sweat.
I captured your spirit
And bottled up your breath.
Crazy me, crazy me.
You taught me how to drink
Without spilling on my shirt.
You taught me how to drink
When the sickness starts to burst.
You left me Christened, left me sure
You left me idle, stole my door
Keep me in your pocket
In pictures on your wall
An entry in your journal
Or Just to be anything at all.
Face to face with such a pretty face
How could I ever face you with a face like this?
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Suicide Girl (Reunion)
04:42
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And we watched fireworks
Celebrate middle class survival.
I didn't know any better
To stay in the water.
I was warm and safe with you.
I was alone inside of you.
You were a beautiful blister
On the palm of my hand.
I never strayed too far
From the safety of the shallow end.
But you could dive so deep
And sink like concrete
Then have a cocktail at the bottom.
I threw a model rocket..lit a tree on fire.
Didn't see the connection
To a later reflection
On my life..
This is my life..
Accidentally on fire.
Surely on fire.
I didn't mean to set it on fire.
Suicide girl..
Do you know any better?
Thanks for all your patience
And keeping me together.
But it's all over your face
That you're less than impressed
Wanting one more chance
To show off your breasts
And seal my fate
With a kiss of death.
It's safe to say it was the safest bet.
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When you kissed me
Could you taste me?
Did you spit it up?
Did you waste me?
The jealousy
Of jealous me
With your aura
And You're healthy.
I expand like you
When my lungs are tight
And they're closing up
You've saved my life.
You followed me
To the bottom of the well
And there we took pills
And undressed ourselves.
I'm craving you
Like the air I need
You're in my cells
When I start to bleed.
I take you with a grain of salt
And then again with a sedative.
The shade on the lantern
Shifts in size and shape
The pilot light is out
And ignites without a flame.
With the windows locked tight
And made of paper mache..
The cradle is a picture
In the stencil on the paint.
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