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lazarus saturday sulking
04:05
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michael calls me in my dreams. if heaven were as easy as it seems, then i would slow down, then i would quit keepin my worry. but even my lord was in a hurry for someone he loved. for the man he loved.
my ends laid down to break bread with my headless heart. it tries again and again. and i know i must've looked like judas then. oh my god, it's hard to be a good friend. seeing the people carry their palms - it'll scorch us both to our ends to see his face again, to say his name again.
i've been coughing up "sweetheart" into the crook of my arm. it's force of habit, it's the crime i commit. but he calls me baby like an insult. to bury my love is an old art. and i'll do it again.
the both of them pulling nails outta their feet, while judas and i, with the desert underneath - it's a walk-away. it's written that we walk away. it's a walk-away. write it so i walk away.
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louie
05:52
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i caught my breath on the back of your neck where i keep all things pressed so i won't lose them again, where you won't be seeing them. the worst of what you said, with a lightness in your head: "oh, won't you let your life bend, just a little more, for me?" well, i guess we'll have to wait and see.
because i can't stay so long in the same static place. and i can't sustain to make all the same mistakes, over again and over again.
i often dream in black and white. it seems like an old movie on the backs of your eyes. but it don't show all the places i go, or any other people that i know - it's your hand in mine, it's your hand in mine. and that's the whole thing. that's the whole dream. it's just your hand in mine.
but i can't stay so long in the same static place. and i can't sustain to make all the same mistakes, over again and over again.
enter the light on me: illuminate the places i know i've been before.
enter the light on me: illuminate your body, i know i've felt before.
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garden tomb
02:07
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breaking down the garden tomb - take him away from me.
it's not what i want, it's the way that i want it. it's not what i lost, it's the way that i got it. if i'm not on my back, can i say that i want it? it's not how i felt, it's how i first talked it out.
breaking down the garden tomb - take him away from me.
it's not what i want, it's the way that i want it. it's not what i lost, it's the way i first got it. i took too much time to decide if i want it. and now i broke in, i broke down. and what do i got to show for it? empty cave and empty arms.
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labrador blue
04:08
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i don't worry anymore, i don't get so overwhelmed. i've got all my clothes laid out - brown on brown on brown. and i would call you sometime this july to tell you something i was thinking about my kitchen light. but i know you like those thoughts written down, and now that's one less thing i have to worry about.
and i turn blue thinking of your room in the morning. i turn blue and it's got me howling from the time i brush my teeth.
and i turn blue thinking of your room in the morning. i turn blue, the color so heavy i fall underneath entirely.
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lizard patrol
01:59
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couldn't believe it, but somehow i managed to throw it all away. my body feels like it's crushed more deeply between each passing day. now why would i want to make a moment as compact as i could press it? i guess i thought i'd second-guess it if left unchecked. i can't let my thoughts get so outstretched. but really i was limiting myself, and limited the ways that i could fix - oh god how am i gonna fix it?
i've got all my windows now. i've got all my windows, i'll show you the way out.
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picking out my ill hopes, reciting each footstep that i offered to the concrete when i couldn't offer my best - it's something in my gut, oh my god, help me ignore. cause where were my friends when i sat there bleeding verse on the steps outside the porch at your parents' old place? when word brought spark to flame, when things went bad to worse?
i laid it in my palm, sleeping on its back. my heartbeat in my fingers, just let the thing relax. august oven burns and all my insides rot, but i'll be damned if my love is anything but soft. a buzzing from your porchlight - i'm being pulled above. you keep your windows open all summer long.
"the porch light"
open my arms again - if i'm in, then i'm in cause it's open.
p o r c h l i g h t
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