1. |
Circles
03:42
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You just wanted a pretty girl
To stand next to you while you scowled
And prowled around the corners
Of a world you’re bored with
But still control
You’re the fixture on a wall
Filled with frames
So I can’t help but notice
Tracing hands in shapes
The hair you’ll pull back
And the curve of your face
In a polycentric paradigm
Our streets fold in
Our ends align
Nothing is real
Except the sounds
they’ll make at night
a moonlight heist
You’re the ghost in a hall
Filled with flowering figures
In corporeal communion
Swaying toward each other
But always catching air
Just a ring around another
Crop dust clothed despair
In a polycentric paradigm
Our streets fold in
Our ends align
Nothing is real
Except the sounds
they’ll make at night
a moonlight heist
amoonlight heist
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2. |
Work
04:13
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Fighting the good fight isn’t always good
Just because It feels right doesn’t mean it should
I don’t know the words that you are saying but I’ll try to write them down so I can learn
Lately I’ve been crying and Swear to you I’m trying so just know that you are heard
Solving a problem creates more to solve
Running in circles entangled in all our resolve
I’m so angry all the time but I don’t want to sit at home and sink into the floor
I’m so tired all the time from keeping this on my mind but I know there’s still more
Work to do
and I’m not the only person in the room
I don’t know who you think I am
But I hope you’ll think of me again
I don’t know what you think I’ve done
I’m not perfect but I’m not the only one
I’m not perfect I’m not I’m not
I’m not perfect, but I’m not the only one
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Closure
05:48
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I don’t hate you anymore
I’m done knocking at your door
I could write a thousand songs
to tell you what I want
but I couldn’t read your mind
and you couldn’t read mine
I’m sorry for the things i couldn’t feel
for waiting
for breaking when i thought i couldn’t heal
I’m still a masochist it seems
you’re still caught up inside a dream
a life i never could’ve lived
a piece of sanctuary
i couldn’t give
My hands aren’t shaking anymore
I’m done picking at this sore
I won’t rearrange my thoughts
to hide from what we wanted
so i’ll stop taking up your time
i know you’re done with mine
I’m sorry for the things i thought about you
the anger
from danger of the things that I might do
to me to you
you’re still too hard on yourself
i’m still not always lucid with myself
a bit overwhelmed lately
not quite so old
as I might think
i’ll forgive you
forgive me
i’ve been a little tired you see
wrestling myself
messing with my health
taking out the dark
dreary worn out parts
of this broken heart machine
trying to keep it clean
from pictures of your hands
nights i could barely stand
thank god for gravity
pulling me down
i’m not quite on the ground
but i’m getting close
and i’m getting closer
maybe it’s closure
maybe it’s closure
maybe we’re closer
to closure
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Cities
03:03
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I miss fourteenth street on a saturday
and the color of your eyes
i miss meridian hill mornings
and the corners of your smile
the path i traced from my house to your door
the streets i'd wandered there before
i criss crossed state lines to explore
a life i couldn't quite ignore
the district sleeps in color
but i sleep alone
my destiny is static
but i am on the run
i miss the cuyahoga river
the backyard at my parents house
ohio's melancholy winters
my grandparents blue couch
your hands tapped on the table as i squirmed
we talked about lives we led before
back when your hand fit tucked in mine
a love we couldn't quite leave behind
now you sleep with someone
and she's not me
so i will keep on dreaming
of my cities to help me
sleep
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5. |
Boxes
02:31
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You’re packing up
Boxes full of broken hopes
And all the things you forgot you owned
You’re moving out
But the house isn’t empty
It just doesn’t hold your clothes anymore
You’re waking up
But you’re still sleepy
Shaking off the night’s embrace, that face
You’re on the phone
Sorting a transitional home
It’ll be awhile until you can breathe alone
But I’ll be here
Waiting for your heart
To bloom again
With open palms
Until then
With hands drawn
You’re doing fine
the day’s on your side
But it’ll be awhile
until you can breathe alone
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6. |
Patterns
03:35
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My hands used to be tied with a sinking feeling
Caught up by unchecked complications
In my runaway mind
Leftover illusions torn from jagged times
But now my feet are walking patterns to your door
Geometric diagrams I trace across the floor
And now I’m kissing you in crowded rooms
Because we don’t need to be alone
I never look at anything but you
When I can I’ll wake up next to you
in the morning I’ll smell like your perfume
And these walls I’ve set in anxious stone
Don’t seem to phase your simple smile
So I’ll tuck you away inside a dream I’ll keep
Until your heart can stay for awhile
Still my feet are walking patterns to your door
Geometric diagrams I trace across the floor
Now I’m kissing you in crowded rooms
Because we don’t need to be alone
I never look i never look i never look i never look
i never look at anything but you
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