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Star Swimmers
02:15
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Simple Song About Teeth
03:23
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I'd like to sing you to sleep with a simple song that you could hum while you brush your teeth. You're teeming with wonder the moment you close your eyes, but it's somewhere removed so you won't feel it for a while.
I'd like to put you to sleep with a simple song that you could hum while you sharpen your teeth. All this work to convince me to leave, and tell me of my little worth. And it worked.
It waits for me in shadows
The doubt wants me to sleep
With a troubled hum
And wavering heartbeat
No escape from the days I waste away or the people I know in a crowd. I used to believe in chances now only doubt.
I could be your affinity for the west. Or that birthmark on your chest. The falling feeling of being in love.
But I could never be your broken bird or your turtle dove.
I could be the reason you don't make plans or why you learned to dance but never the floor that you walk on.
Little old me, I am just a dying thing. Little old me, I'm broken.
I'm not yours I could never be.
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Golden Holden
03:50
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A group of kids / an empty soda can: they play with the evidence of the downfall of man- I felt that kick like I felt your kiss- both crushed at our own expense.
I'm the cat in the window / always saying hello to anyone who would look at me and I suppose that's my character flaw when it comes to any of this:
I keep playing with this string because it's the "only" thing I know to do. I can feel your intentions drifting like your wheels over those yellow lines. I remember to sleep I was drifting when I was sprawled out in your passenger side.
~it's the most beautiful dream, it couldn't be happening to me.
Your affection like cold consuming me whole - no matter how many layers I could never detect the love that I have not met yet. But you sang it incessantly, then all at once you wanted nothing to do with me. A group of kids / an empty can: their playful banter I cannot stand.
~on that balcony my eyes went dark, when I thought about how awful it was.
That's just how it goes, I can feel it in the tips of my fingers and my toes: strange and lovely indelible detest "it's not your fault you tried your best."
You thought this story was over, but I've got so much left to say/you'll never hear this anyway, but, just in case: I think that it's terrible the way that you treat other people, all those girls whose lives you stole: does it make you feel powerful? Does it make you feel in control? Does it help you sleep at night?
You shouldn't treat people like they're chess pieces, you're gonna wreck their chest pieces. If I had a nickel pieces for every time you never called: I would have it all. If I had a dime piece for every time some white boy talked over me or said rude things about my body: I would have enough money to move away, to forget it all.
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The Moon
04:18
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i dnt rlly
01:54
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I don't really miss you, I just miss the way that I used to feel, like I could get excited for something, even if it was just coming home for nothing.
Please do me one last favor:
Remember how you felt that one November. You stole our first kiss inside her kitchen, on the road with you I was so smitten!
This summer broke my back. Winter's gonna kill.
I was writing songs about you before I even knew how to deal.
This summer broke my back. Winter's gonna kill.
It's such a cold December: I can't listen to that song anymore.
Who am I to judge for how you feel?
I was writing songs about you before I even knew how to deal.
It's such a cold December: I can't listen to that song anymore.
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