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Flying out of my depths
In 35,000 steps
Swinging slow off the edge
We’ll make this city our living room
Everyone in our afternoon
Our reconceived sabbath day
Mark our weeks by Saturdays
Feeling fast as I age
Yeah I got those fresh new tunes
Bells ringing in every room
And we’ll linger at Union
Stalling out our returning
To our respective messes
Ghosts, grief, and restlessness
Here locked into loud feelings
Sky pink with white moons beaming
And I’ve got flowers in my eyes
Yeah I’ve got my sense all tangled up
Fate lines bursting through tipless gloves
And I’m warm as hell
Knowing there’s still all this time
8 of wands
Filling me up
Melting us in
To pools of luck
8 of wands
Without fail
Feel it brew up
Under a whale
So bury me in this November
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ghosts of lost futures
02:40
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Playing this guitar through my fresh stitches
Blacking out my middle finger
Can do all I need, even with this
Cut up reminder of how we hurt
This new house
Feels much better empty
I’m much fuller when empty
All alone now
Gotta test my time
Louder than the crying
Are we alive like this?
Yeah we’re feeling alive
Gushing out til I’m dry
More and more alive
And I’ll never need sleep
I’m never gonna die
So test my time
Spinning out on our next steps
Wasting time in a new mess
I’m consumed here
Learning how to move on
And I’m feeling ungrateful
And I’m feeling resentful
I got everything
These stitches burst
And this house is cursed
With ghosts of lost futures
And I sit on the roof
As spirits pour through
Every vent and window
Save some for you
Stumbling up through the door
With a confident new vocal tone we’ve never felt before
God knows we’ve got more left to know than we’ve found out
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3. |
sleep position
02:12
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Up late now forever
Rage, feigned calm, whatever
We’ll get to see that sunrise soon
To burn off what’s left of me and you
Wait for its submission
Soothed by sleep position
Will we stay and get mummified here?
Frozen til the next kind of people appear
Just Vesuviused in first appearances
No one will know the pain and arguments
They won’t know shit at all
And they don’t have to
And they don’t have to
And they don’t have to
And they don’t have to
And they don’t have to
It’s just for us
So fuck off
You don’t know a fucking thing at all
It’s just for us
So fuck off
Set fire to our house
And burn these old spirits out
It’s just for us
Because I love you
I have to
It’s just for us
Because I love you
I have to
It’s just for us
Because I love you
But I can’t trust you
It’s just for us
Because I don’t love you
Now I don’t have to
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I’ll unknow my unknowing
As I slip back out to supposing
It’ll find a new way to resolve me
All on its own
But I
Feel it down inside my shivers
Forming us into salt pillars
To melt away where we stand
Entomb me under a Bushwick basement
Bury my clothes out in the snow
I’ve got no sense at all
But there’s nothing in this world that could get me more
An earful, ruptured where I stand
’Til I’m far gone, far out, and forgotten
Nothing I rest on feels grounded
New shrines for the gods, standing on
This compounding mountain of dishes
And a mouth filled with sand
Stranger in this homeland
Needles digging deeper in my hand
Oh pay off these politicians
And send me to bed
Sprayed out over the runway
Brains gushing through my window cracks
Feel it loud on the airtrain
Shudder to know that we ain’t coming back
Far out or forgotten?
I can’t tell; explode into my fate
Spin in my chair and wait
’Til I’m far gone, far out, and forgotten
Unlike now
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Feel loudly with the whole of our hearts
Golden orbs wrapping us up in waves
Feel loudly as it comes pouring out
Don’t forget, this world’s what we’ve made
And we could make it different
Feel it out in the times like I’ve been waiting for
All this time alone, thankful for it with you
Yeah feel it out
Just humans talking
We can all feel it out
With these tentacle monsters
And I’m sorry
But we’ll still keep on trying
Still tryna find myself free
You and me
We’re going nowhere
‘Cause nothing is you
So everyday we’ll feel loudly with the whole of our hearts
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Feel Loudly New York, New York
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