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Moriches
02:13
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Drives out East
No need to speak
I’ll use these nights to pass the time
My hearts been craving
Disruptive changes
I used to find in an Oklahoma sky
but it’s July and I just can’t find my peace
And you’re the body of relief that I seek
Our words connect with perfect diction of promises we never seem to keep
Or maybe that’s just me
So put this car in drive or else I’ll never leave
Harbors that gleam
Highways of sleet
Distracting me from a crumbling routine
Fear on my breath
Heart beating out my chest
I'd only find in Wyoming over nights
But it’s December and I can’t find my peace
Short lived reunions are relief that I seek
Our words connect with perfect diction of times we miss and always seem to need
Or maybe that’s just me
So put the car in drive or else I’ll never leave
Surely it’s not just me
Surely it’s all much harder than it seems
I could pivot off and plant my feet, no
Chasing the pace of
payoffs in my heart still worth the wait
And the world we claim
Wants to watch you walk away
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Since You Asked
02:41
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Waiting room,
Couldn’t feel more numb
Colors sway and move like a headspace gone
In this disaster
You watch the seconds fornicate
ripping into moments we’d do anything to hold
Now watch them disappear in a blink
Changing and leaving
Shameful feeling
Invert the veins inside, study their every lie
As the preachers pack their bags like they’re on borrowed time
Embrace our shame when we leave
And if it be
You’ll lose me
In a horrible display
You can find me by the water or in places that you rest your head
Waiting room waiting to play god
One great step in a world that only wants to watch you fall apart
You watch it all fade away
Silence is gold, do exactly what they say.
Changing and leaving
Shameful feeling
Invert the veins inside, study their every lie
As the preachers pack their bags like they’re on borrowed time
Embrace our shame when we leave
And if it be
You’ll lose me
In a horrible display
You can find me by the water or in places that you’d rest your head
in the wait, with all the time to think
Of farewells and final words
Dropping boxes in the dirt
As I stare
At all the time I never had
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Few live
Don’t you know wanna live like we do
I know you do
Be freed
From bottle episodic redos
Don’t let this world kick you around
My mid-twenties planting fear and doubt
If we take it in stride we can figure it out
And commit to every hope you could possibly conceive
This life’s long so enjoy yourself
Not slaving away for another man’s clout
I'd rather die than leave a single corner of this unseen, unturned, unheard
Sacrificial pact, it’s our curse
Devolving life’s calling
Funerals proceeding every day, even in the rain
I’m finding this timing’s unapologetic, testing me
Do I concede?
Time lost
Days go on and on and on without me
This living on repeat,
It can’t be finality
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The World We Claim
03:48
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Perfect timing to address the public
That’s empathetic, thoughtful, and profound
Thank you for your open letter hot takes
When the lights turn on, we know you’ll be around
Attention spans inches not feet
Clever, deceptive
Convincing they processed the message
And proudly take their bows center stage
Repent for what you’ve done
Like you’re born again
Relieving the heat from your chest
Your records spin till the grooves too thin
Throwing your voice like a whisper in the wind
Strung out chaperones overseeing what fits and what hits
Lust goes sliding by in plain sight
I can see the sweat drip, you watch them fuck like dogs, but you’d never want to tag in
Salivating, peeking through the door
It’s all how the narrative gleams
Publicists spreading the message
Ensuring you meant it
Curtain comes flying up , they scream your name
Wrought performance, give em hell
The stage is yours if you had guts to spill
And I'm the whore for every hanging word
you fuck me blind with how you see our world
You’re right, I’m wrong
I should’ve spoken up, screamed so loud my tonsils rot
Righteous little criers crush their lungs
Your records spin but do you every really listen in?
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