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Ortho
04:54
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I want the small of your back to be a place my hand can rest
Finger prints paint pointless pictures through your knotted dress
But I overthink everything, magnetizing my top row of teeth to the bottom whenever you're near me.
I try to clench my jaw too tightly.
I'm not usually a nervous person, at least I don't think I am, but you make me so self conscious that my tongue begins to take note of the imperfections in the permanent retainer behind my bottom row of teeth. You know, it's not as straight as it used to be.
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OHHHHH SHITTTTT
Morning stirs the feet and hands a mist clings to the ground
Muffling my Florida thoughts, clouding up our town
We roll up all our sleeping bags and them them in their tubes
Pack up all the tents and get back into the groove
Morning stirs the feet and hands I wake up in your room
A beam of light shines through your shutters, reach the bed I helped you move
Roll over in the clean white sheets I hold your hand in mine
Take in a deep a breath to ease my heartbeat, try and freeze time
I don't want to leave your room in the morning to engage your mom in conversation
I'd rather waste the day away with you, watching anime in sedation
The ghost that haunts your bathroom, never scared me so much as the idea of existing away from you and your anxiety antidote
The trunk of James' car closes with a clunk
As we fill it with an assortment of all our camping stuff
Time to drive down the road a bit to this St. Francois mountain trail
Climb through the rooted path to where the scoured stone prevails
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Seance
04:29
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Light all your candles oh Kate and Margaretta
Mr. Splitfoot would like to perform his operetta
Your eyes are too green as you drift in your stockings
Spectral and slow, I've grown accustomed to knockings
On my window at night or under the table
Come over whenever, or at least when you're able
To fill up my head with words just like blankets
And wrap up my brain to try and explain it
Just how you know that I want to hear it
Sing in my ear and get so near it
I want to feel your exhale flush on my eardrum
Tell me you love me at least till we both cum
Our tongues linger brief as you lay in my bed
Lets hold a seance will you commune with the dead
For me
Cus when I'm in you, outside is Neptune
When you're in my room's pulsating cocoon
You channel this face that I want to live in
I know its a mask but I want to pretend
That its edges just blend into your forehead
And we can dissolve into my bedspread
With you I can reach homeostasis
I want to feel this complete on a REGULAR BASIS
SO CHANNEL THE GHOSTS OF ALL MY OLD LOVERS
AND ILL KEEP GOING OUT AND BUYING THE RUBBERS
THAT YOU SEEM TO LIKE, ENCIRCLED WITH RIBBING
AND ILL NEVER TELL THE OTHERS IF YOU NEVER STOP FIBBING
Your tongue lingers brief as we lay in your bed
Lets hold a seance will you commune with the dead
For me
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Snow
07:19
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It's cold out in the snow
My eyes linger on your taillights disappearing over the frown of a hill
The red light morphing my soaking vision into a kaleidoscope until the glow is smothered by a curtain of white
My mouth is slightly agape, still attempting to form the words I had been trying to get out for the last three minutes
My body still feels like it's in the car in contrast to my stillness
My ears throb with fleeting pain as numbness dopes their unsuspecting lobes into tranquility
My teeth begin to chatter to the rhythm of a fork caught in the garbage disposal as I realize that I can't stay here
The evergreens on either side of the road hold their breath with anticipation as I begin my contemplative march between them
The moon is obscured by clouds rock climbing across the firmament, while the light pollution from the city diminishes most of the guidance their celestial climbing holds could otherwise offer me
All is silent save the snow parting beneath my dampened shoes
And the rattle coming from inside my mouth
All is still save my shaking figure struggling along the shoulder of the road
And the occasional frozen gust, rustling the branches and stabbing through my sweater riddling my heart will a million tiny holes for you to drip out of once I'm somewhere warm
Far off radio towers seem to take notice
Blinking their red eyes and staring indifferently
Reminding me of what I said to you
And just how alone I am because of it
Our house is cold
The lights are off
I call out your name
But know you're gone
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Final Nail
08:09
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Your blue pools have walls too steep to climb out of
There's not a ladder in sight
This chlorine smell constricts all of my nose hairs
Can you please look somewhere else for the night
The floor here is sticky
I want to go home
Some guy saw that I had cigarettes
Now the fucker won't leave me alone
Tonight I'm getting lost in my camera roll again
And every second scrapes past my rib cage as a part of a long metal pole
I can feel it at the front of the movie theatre ripping tickets
Watching the clock recede into an afternoon crafted hole
I walk over to oasis on a folding table
I open my mouth to pour another drink
If you heard that my stomach got pumped tomorrow
It triggers my reward system to wonder what you would think
I sometimes imagine that you have this ability to see through my eyes and observe what I'm doing at any moment and I wonder what you would think of me within the context
Like when I'm driving home late from work and the florescent glow of a fast food chain logo off an interstate exit illuminates a fresh burn mark on my wrist.
It's comforting to imagine that you'd wonder how I got it and that would care
Or when im rehearsing music from our first record.
The same songs I'd play for you alone way back in junior year of high school about an archetype of a dysfunctional suburban high-school relationship I had to make because you didn't give me anything sad to write about
I wonder if you would still like them as much as you did then
I wonder if you would still worry that they're about you
Sometimes I figure you wouldn't see much at all
As I bury myself in my pillow at 8:00 PM on a Friday night
Resigning myself to dissociate as I get smashed and pinned between the elephantine waves of distorted bass on a Microphones record
You'd see my feet are unlit charcoal in my ankle socks
You'd see every second scraping across my ribcage
Pinning me to the bed
I wonder if you would still worry about me
Even though I'm not your responsibility
Even though we rarely talk
Even though I've had ample time to move on
Even though everytime I interact with you, I have an out of body experience for three days
You're woven into the tapestry of my life
Into a section that's violet and warm
You're woven into the tapestry of my life
Though I think you've left it torn
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Jimmy the Anthill Prince
03:37
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With the hilt of my magnifying glass
I will seize the day
With my emotions controlled and my inhibitions at bay
From its lease a rapturous cleanse sears the ground charcoal black
and burns away their sins
She shackles me to the radiator because I failed to obey
I stifle my screams from the heat conducting through the taught steal chain
But now
I am Helios
I am Ra on this
Sunniest of Sundays
There's invaders in the garden mother
They're crawling in the grass
And digging tiny foxholes
To engage us as we pass
There's invaders in the garden mother
They've laid siege to our grounds
Enslaving all the aphids
They move without a sound
With this vinyl serpent in my hand
I will seize the day
With my dignity in tact and my worries far far away
From its mouth I summon flood and turn the cracked ground to liquid mud
With her razor blade nails she'd hold me underwater and say
"I am the God to which you'll pray"
But now
I am Neptune
I am Noah
On this
Lemonade stand Sunday
There's invaders in the garden mother
They're building tiny towns
Disturbing the top soil by
Polluting it with mounds
There's invaders in the garden mother
On the veranda they build Rome!
Searching for Grandma's sugar cubes
They grow closer to our home
THERES INVADERS IN THE GARDEN MOTHERR THES ASRfjbdkvad. gas,vba
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Running
06:06
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The bees in my chest
Will not go to rest
Hexagonal walls
Heart is a honey soaked ball
I feel their buzz in my breath
(I) think they'll buzz me to death
I need air in my lungs
So I guess that I'll, guess that I'll, guess that I'll run
I've got snow on my bones
And crystal marrow
Permafrosted to sheets
No circulation to feet
But I want to move
So I have something to do
And I love the sun
So I think that I'll, think that I'll, think that I'll run
I don't eat enough
It effects how I fuck
Skin grows tight to the bone
Till' my ribs are exposed
Feet are blistered and sore
Friction I can endure
Cus it shows everyone
How much that I, much that I, much that I
RUN
Gaunt cheeks under eyes
That watch for the flies
Who brood around noon
And lay eggs in my wounds
I can try and explain it
In my worn our Asics
You can ask if I'm done
But you know that I'll run...
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