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Unkempt Leather
02:58
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there are only so many books relating back to black and white photos and architecture.
there are only so many ways i can build it up before i can't hold it together.
i've been thinking about the holes in those woven loafers and unkempt leather.
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what makes you so sure that i am not as lucky as you are?
sometimes i get so nauseas when i'm looking at your face.
not 'cos i'm sick, but 'cos it fits perfectly in it's frame.
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Googly Eyes
03:59
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don't you listen about the moon
when they tell you she doesn't move.
you know, i know that that's not true
because i know she follows you.
and i think that she's the only thing i share with you.
in the backseat of max's car,
philadelphia gobbles up the stars.
a thousand miles from where you are,
if my arms were long enough i'd reach that far.
and i think longings another thing i share with you,
but not for me like i for you.
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Dogmas
02:03
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you were swallowing god damning dogmas
rough palmistry your hands could not align
unsexed you borrowed callow spit, not lost
no, looking for a space, just not mine
redolent with skin of unknown
unwary hands, nomadic ghost
levied words from my spiteful throat
understanding where my thoughts go
you’d build a boat out of my bones
i thought i’d reclaim you for the ocean
but i could not cradle you with dirty hands
no star death casketed in palms like these
white knuckles cracking, playing simple maths
we were squealing
dogs with bad dreams
eyes that smile, gaze so dimly
isolated, nursing skinned knees
i’m weaker than i thought i’d be
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Indigo
02:31
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i can't stop thinking about how nice it would be
to be bothered by your breath reclaiming mine.
to wake up in the morning half dead to you
unable to find a place to rest your arms.
i can't move 'cos he's comfortable there
his legs tangled in mine
hands tangled in hair.
i can't move 'cos he's comfortable there.
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Greyhound
04:02
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i don't know who you think i thought i was
on the kitchen tiles picking glass out of the dust
you know i'm not ever up to much
you know i'm not ever up to much
i don't know who i think i thought i was
trying to fix my bike tires, disregard the rust
you know if i'm up late i'm not up to much
you know if i'm up late i'm not up to much
i'm not sure where i fucked up
i'm not sure if i don't talk enough
should have known that you don't like to be touched
should have known that you don't like to be touched
you know i'm not ever up to much
you know if i'm up late i'm not up to much
should have known that you don't like to be touched
should have known that you don't like to be touched
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