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Another
04:33
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All the poems that you have made
I’ll etch them on my lonely grave
And I’ll scratch them on my coffin lid
Till my fingertips are but bloodied sticks
Saw you watch my young heart turn old
When you covered me up when I felt so cold so cold so cold
And I saw you try to save me from this
And I threw it all down the drain, lord I needed my fix
Oh I’m in love with you I see all the things you do
But my heart is faithful to, faithful to another
I hope this blue minivan swerves in order to miss
An oblivious child in the street, and I taste its steel kiss
And that in the intensive care they’ll give me some good old fentanyl
And I hope that your face through the haze is the last thing I see when my heart becomes still
Oh I’m in love with you I see all the things you do
But my heart is faithful to, faithful to another
And I wish it weren't that way
but my first love's here to stay
and I will die if I stray if I stray
from another
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Plants
04:12
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I could watch you run away
with all the things I learned to say
Head in the Ohio sky, beside you I thought I'd die
Will I build another home where all my secrets are known?
Our plants we hung them from the sky
and beside you I thought I'd die
I can act and hold my head up
but this is not what I dreamed of -
Slipping between blood and blue,
I hope you know how much I'll miss you.
Comb my hair and go to bed
next to all the books we never read
Hanging on in quiet nights
some part of this will be alright
Left with all the words unsaid
one day I'll get out of my head
You saw me whole you saw me crack,
how can I lift something like that?
I can lie and hold my head up
but you're in every word it dreams up,
painting lines in blood in blue
I hope you know how much I'll miss you.
Our plants we hung them from the sky
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Tardigrades
04:08
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Stilt house, on the murky lake water
Its structure home to termites and silverfish
Through the hole in the ceiling that fell from the rain, through years of decay
You can glean twin statue eulogies to our kind
Their eyes are eternally locked now
Their arms, gently draped in a loving hold
In a gesture of comfort they knew was their last
Held onto each other fast, there the mold was cast, by the silent blast
Silk webs, connect half decayed lovers
Wolf spiders, trap their prey in the bridge it foms
And the larva the larva these burgeoning lives from stomachs they rise they rise
Building homes in the ruins of what they don’t know
They don’t know who we were
They don’t care who we were
These walls have long since released theirs souls
These halls echo not with their haunting howls
Distant shells left from the day of the heavy rain, the sorrow and pain
Tardigrades care not, and keep swimming along
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4. |
Sweetness
02:47
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sweetness forgotten with time
I hope you're doing alright
watching your best friend move in the light
cold eyes forgotten with my
ability to make you cry
I hope you're doing alright.
why are you still so important to me?
the story that rips at every seam
last night I smell it in your hair
we're pointing to a different somewhere
just save me some of the mud and fresh air
why do I sew you back into my life?
still stuck on some other body moving in the light
heat stroke I see it in your eyes
I hope you're doing alright.
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