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Voicemail
03:07
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i don't mind when you apologize
feels good to watch you cry sometimes
so don't you close your eyes
brush your hair put on your tennis shoes
wash off your face you'll feel brand new
read rilke in your bathroom
you dropped off my stuff last week
you didn't forget anything
so after the tone
just leave me alone
don't want to hear your voice inside my voicemail
in your old room we'd wake up with the sun
sounds like your radiator's coughing blood
in late july i threw up both my lungs
and you stayed in bed
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Sporophyte
04:43
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arden's in a doom metal band
and jon's moved up to seattle
alex is on tour probably sleeping on the floor
none of my friends are all too sure of what they want
so help me plant these seeds into the ground
some just might grow you'd say that's california
nothing too profound
i know you want to stop feeling guilty about your mom
and outside your window san francisco smells like smoke and alcohol
so when you're off work
we can watch a movie
go on a walk
maybe make a smoothie
and i'll hold both your hands in mine
because people like this are hard to find
think nora hates her life in baltimore
we don't talk much anymore say something bland about the weather
or whether or not it's possible to feel
something real for someone new
so help me plant my feet into the ground
you say just put down some new roots
i think i'm going to stick around
for a month or two
it just depends on what we do
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Bluets
03:37
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the sky is blue and so are you
these are simple words said in your living room
the dog’s depressed
so just get dressed
he’ll chew his paws you’ll take the lexapro on top your desk
because i am not my trauma dear
i just had a couple of problems this year
and i'll hold your hand if you'll hold mine
sit on the porch and waste our time
it's not cold outside today
she said punk is dead so let's stay in bed
watch werner herzog on my phone
so fuck the police
maybe fuck everything
don't know what's really wrong anymore
the sky is blue
and so is everything you do
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Hands & Feet
03:29
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i'll hold you in the er as your body starts to shake
those noises in your head won't go away
wipe sand from both your eyes
thought you lost your glasses in the ambulance bay
dad's lying on the couch his body's broken
as you're drawing hands and feet inside your moleskine
tear out a few blank pages when you're ready
and throw them in the air like spring confetti
so when you're starting to feel better
we're going to make a movie
about all the fucked up little things we do to our own family
so when you're starting to feel better
we'll finally start that band
i can't really play the drums but i'll do the best i can
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5. |
Dogs Dogs Dogs
02:30
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i had a dream last night
you ate through all my insides
i hope they filled you up
because i know you messed me up
you had a dream last week
that your face got sliced open
you wish you were open
i had a dream last month
ate all of my own fingers
all that's left is inch long stubs
your face was like a movie
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6. |
Adam Jackson
02:11
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told me your parents got divorced outside a church on marguerite
sat in a shopping cart skin was the color of your teeth
isaiah crashed his car and heard your voice in north carolina
it’s six months later and we can’t find you
in the middle of the night i cut your hair with a butcher knife
and danced inside your room
your skin felt like wet sand
i kind of wish i held your hand
i think i loved you
so if you want to come home
you can always stay with me
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7. |
Glass
03:59
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pick up shards of glass outside the mausoleum with your hands
cut your right hand fingers as you sift through all of them
place three pieces in your mouth it hurts like sunday rain
gather all the glass into a windowpane
you are underwater
waves crash
stained glass
you know jack was probably in love with him
you don't know if you were in love with him
you don't know if you'll be in love again
you were driving down the five you start to cry for the first time in six months
hearing poems from the motorway you swerve into the carpool lane
don't want to die but hate how you always think too much
don't want to die this glass is so cold to the touch
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8. |
Slow Dance
03:59
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slow dance across the interstate to all the birdsong in your head
hold me when you make it to east bay
sorry i tuned you out again
because i'm such a bad friend
wish that we could pretend
that we're fourteen and the moon is falling down
you'd say "hey man, that's fine
we'll go watch from outside
we'll pack our bags and leave this town"
i hope you noticed
the kansas stars
as your body broke though the window
of a stranger's car
i hope it didn't hurt at all because i'm hurting a lot right now
slow dance at the show on friday night
the only thing that's punk is your shoes
tell me how the band sounds just alright
you know i hear that birdsong too
because i'm such bad friend
wish we were fifteen again
when we'd smoke clove cigarettes down by the creek
you'd say "breath in real slow
don't exhale until you know
that your body's not tied down to anything"
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9. |
Santa Barbara
03:36
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dip your feet into the water until your toes start to prune
heraclitus should have known there's just one river and it's you
because i feel your fingers flowing down my back
my heart's just still water starting to flow at last
and you couldn't stop counting stars in santa barbara
and i can't stop counting on you
white sand falls like snow from your hair
and i said i'd comb it out
i know i'm leaving soon
so dip your feet into the water before i go
orange county's kind of dry so let's drive up to san francisco
even though it's too cold to swim
i know you'll dive right in
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10. |
Marguerite
02:16
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