1. |
Patchwork
02:14
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you called me pretty
and it didnt sit right
now instead of smiling
when you ask i just get quiet
don't be this way
don't be this way
god don't make me this way
momentary weakness
the last lines of defence against
the irregularities inside of me
that push me from it
when the closet door closes
nobody hears a thing
when the pink and purple ribbons
pull so tight that i cant think straight
don't be this way
cant be this way
god how long have i been this way
so aimless
is the word that i cant stand
im shameless
until i put back on my pants
you called me pretty
and i didn't forget
how i run my fingers through it
until it starts to make some sense
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2. |
Playing The Hits
04:17
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pull the blinds down
i don't wanna wake up
plain and gray wind blowing over little rocks
you don't have to go
tiny bugs stuck
banging on my window
built to spill don't tell me you already know
my eyes will get so wide
i don't want you to see me
in this body i scraped together
I've been growling at the mirror
at least three years
as long as i can remember
wanna see my face through your face
and then i could understand
stuck on the inside looking down at
your hands draped over my hands
walk it off wait can i still call you that
keep your head down if only til we make it back
im not cut out for this
imperfect pleasure exquisitely unstisfied
death do we until then burning lines i don't like
its no secret kid
make me in your image lord
or make me in your ashtray
i wanna see what i would look like
born under a different name
when you touch my chest
i wish there was something for you to hold
but i can settle for a handshake
no ill never get that old
i don't want you to see me
in this body i scraped together
I've been growling at the mirror
at least three years
as long as i can remember
wanna see my face through your face
and then i could understand
stuck on the inside looking down at
your hands draped over my hands
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3. |
Our Room
03:04
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if i were sweet
beyond the limits of my reach
there'd be a tall and sturdy tree
wed build a birdhouse underneath
free from the terror
of the corner of my mind
twin beds of flowers
stems entangled in their vines
thought escapes words
I've felt your pull all of my life
two magnets split by earth
a whole of beings made of light
im not one for crystal balls
but im seeing calls
in sick to lie in bed
and read with you
in a perfect room
our room
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