1. |
It Had to Be
04:49
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No feather left unruffled
Every stone turned over
Another day where everything appears to be in place
If I could only see you now
I would seize the moment
No uncertain terms, everything laid out and brought to light
Wouldn’t have to wonder anymore, would we now?
Hit a wall caught in a drought
Writing words you’ve read
A beautiful view of never ending existential dread
In the rear view mirror
An approaching figure
A blanket of sound gives you an escape and a way out
I don’t want to write about the thought that doesn’t count
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Legs are turning as fast as they can
I’m surrounded by clouds and lightning
If I manage to make it through this
I’ll be making some big changes
Show me some respect if you can
There’s only so much worth in a name
If you find that you are someone else
Well, you know that I will do the same
I will not let him
take my happiness
I will be aware
He will not be missed
The soft touch of satin against
my hand serves as a distraction
A break from the crippling suspense
of a difficult situation
I will not let him
take my happiness
I will be aware
He will not be missed
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3. |
Armchair
03:47
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From the observation deck
they’re trying to discern with no context
while the sentimentalist is signing letters
claiming they’re from someone else
and the novel wrote itself
in spite of all the passages unread but kept
You were busy trying to decide
who was getting named in the dedication
Sit and watch the sun plié
You silently critique each passing day
Always have something to say
As if you know a single thing about ballet
I know you don’t want to be here anymore
Hidden behind curtains on the windowsill
You see that Chevy Astro sifting there?
I swear I see those things parked everywhere
Maybe biased, au contraire
Call it phenomenon, that sounds fair
I know you don’t want to be here anymore
Hidden behind curtains on the windowsill
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4. |
Out to Pasture
01:36
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Not another, nobody,
loneliness and me
all share the burden of the windowpane
Buy me something that costs nothing
but means the world to me
I hate clutter but I can find some space
Security comes with a fee
Paid with the first months rent
You drove yourself here you can leave
whenever you’re ready to leave
Don’t let the nerves forget who’s in control
If they show up, tell em fuck off and go home
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5. |
Talking to a Brick Wall
04:31
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I’m at odds with everything
Getting even with myself
Reaching forwards towards a future
I’ve done nothing to plan for
Feel the sting when David sings,
“Guess I must be having fun”
Losing touch with all the friendships
bought at the second hand store
If we fail in this moment
and nobody hears it...
I can tell when you aren’t listening
when you just nod in response
Wonder why I’m always screaming
into someone’s microphone
Call it useless, take or leave it
It’s all that I am good for
Melt it down to wax and plastic
Let it die on your floorboard
If we fail in this moment
and nobody hears it...
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6. |
Perched
03:26
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Listen to the neighborhood behind a screen
Unable to tell the difference between
a dog’s bark and a human scream
They just want to be let back inside
Chirping in the morning
Perched on the edge of the window unit
Wake up, wake up, wake up
It’s time to rise
Can’t shake the feeling that you’re being mocked
The notes they sing sound off before the clock
Your yawn leads to a scoff
Brace yourself a new day has arrived
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Last night I cried myself to sleep
For the one who makes me weap
I dried my eyes to greet the day
I wonder if I’ll have to pay
Tears that I have shed by day
give relief and wash away
the memory of the night before
I wonder if I’ll suffer more
I wonder if I care as much as I did before
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8. |
Rear Window
03:48
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Your fate will be decided
in a matter of hours
I wasn’t sure what happened
but always had my suspicions
In a way I guess it’s true that
we both acted on instinct
and to justify those actions
we had to paint a picture for them
I get myself half-killed for you
and this is what I get
Everyone’s a peeping Tom, victims of circumstance
I get myself half-killed for you
and get this in return
The answer is in the garden waiting to be unearthed
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9. |
Seasoned Veteran
02:47
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I was the only face with a name
and you wouldn’t leave without me
I was waiting on New Year’s Day
to change everything about me
And the woman in your life at that time
was hanging on the line
as doctors looked you over
A seasoned veteran in the theater of life
Couldn’t help but second guess you
as I sat by your side
And I regret it now
To be the space between and the line
that makes every mile seem shorter
To be the only gleam in the eye
of some beautiful beholder
Am I to you just a way to pass the time?
A means to rectify the twiddling of thumbs
The restlessness of limbs didn’t keep you up at night
But something else always did, something always did
And you know what it is
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10. |
Visitation
03:52
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A makeshift cemetery gate
and 10,000 unmarked graves
To be abandoned, tucked away
and rediscovered on this day
I won’t go back there at night
unless something changes my mind
Just beside the interstate
Our little amber field of grain
Under moonlight turns to gray
Hidden in plain sight
Locking your bike up with mine
Does someone hear have a light?
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