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Post Grad
06:12
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How am I supposed to feel, when all the words are gone from me?
And all the potted plants are ash in urns.
This is not for me.
Drink and apathy.
Because I never want to be decorative.
To become something artless. I know.
Is that up to me?
How will those ends meet?
Are these ends all means?
And all the time I spend rolling my eyes at the clock,
Won't speed it up or slow it down.
And I want both and I want neither.
Because I never want to be decorative.
To become something artless. I know.
I'll never be afraid if I'm too scared to try.
But I shouldn't think the way I do.
The days are long enough,
and winter's not my problem yet.
A girl and dog are in my bed.
They touch their noses to my skin when I'm lucky.
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Mar
04:14
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Have you seen our father?
He's been away for far too long.
His ship has come to harbor,
away from all the siren songs.
But will he know my face?
Did he dream of us?
Out at sea.
What will he say to mother?
She grew tired of sleeping all alone.
And found herself another
One to hold her when she's cold.
But did she think him gone?
Swallowed by a maelstrom?
Out at sea.
And have you seen our father?
His weary hands no longer strong.
Will he find another
Place to love and call his own.
His name a myth to me.
Cast in memory.
Out at sea.
Out at sea.
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3. |
Covered in Dog's Hairs
03:21
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We couldn't know
The expense of holding out.
But it's already not mine,
I'm older now.
We couldn't know,
that I wanted so,
A bigger family
Of un-silent homes.
Hold my tongue.
Overcome.
It's a long way round,
And time is mine to give
As I please.
The way to love
Is to give until
You don't exist.
You don't exist.
So I clench my fist.
And when we grow old
We'll know nothing else.
Familiar bedding.
Covered in dog's hairs.
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4. |
Know You Better Sleeping
04:29
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Fade the lights out.
No buckled mirrors,
casting doubt.
No conscience cleaner,
than may senses now.
I could not feel my,
hand burning on your thigh.
I could not hear what,
I knew best as,
A lover's aching sigh.
I could be wrong.
I could be slowing down.
But I don't think so.
Everyone is cold and distant.
Not you.
Everything is routine and speculation.
Not you.
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