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Siren Song
03:34
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You are a beautiful movie
Playing at the front of my mind
I’m in the fourth row
Caught up in ruptured time
I am a dream of despair
Just destruction and misplaced ribs
Floating through a consciousness
You almost want to give
You’re caught in my siren song
Keeping quiet until I go
Hoping we won’t drown
In all the things we know
I can break anyone’s heart
Especially my own
I am spectral fleeting dream
Just picking at your youthful seem
You’re caught in my siren song
Keeping quiet until I go
Hoping we won’t drown
In all the things we know
Keep your head above water
Keep your head above water baby
Keep you head above water
Maybe
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Clean
03:06
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My skin is familiar
But I’m crawling in it
My shirt is wrinkled
From laying on your floor
My reticence is stifling
But I can’t seem to shake it
I’m so uninviting
But my door’s always open for you
Paralyzed in perpetuity
Inside this freeze frame drama
Melancholy manifested
Dreaming but I can’t wake up
Sometimes I just want to shake myself
Bring me back to earth to fall at your feet
You almost caught me but I’m a little too fast
From all these years of running from my past
In the morning I’ll look different
No longer ethereal
No salt water halo
Just dried mascara
Staining your pillowcases
The spots might come out in the wash
But just like me
They’ll never really be clean
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Insomniac
03:47
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You’re in the cells
of the wound that I’m nursing
So I’ll bruise for you
Another sleepless night
that’ll fade into light
And I’ll be restless
wakefully dreaming for you
Climb inside my head
Frozen in my bed
Insomniac until
My broken thoughts are still
You couldn’t read my mind
Because it’s moving all the time
I thought I’d be profound
But I’m caught up in the sound
Of a melancholy madness
and I can’t seem to shut it down
I guess I’m just a kid
A pseudo adolescent thrill
A worn out dream you lost
Slipping through your thoughts
Climb inside my head
Frozen in my bed
Insomniac until
My broken thoughts are still
You couldn’t read my mind
Because it’s moving all the time
I don’t think my stomach can take
Another night while I wait
For you to make up your mind
I guess I’m screaming all the time
To hear the sound of your name
And all the words you could say
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Markie Erin Los Angeles, California
Los Angeles based artist, creating in many forms.
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