1. |
Midnight Sun
04:43
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We have ten minutes left to speak,
Before you go to sleep,
And you're speaking Chinese,
I can't understand a thing.
Your words resonate with me,
I feign a fluency.
I'm fluent in the way,
Your lips move on the screen.
Cheng-Du is far,
But I'm right here.
Midnight sun says,
I'll wait forever.
I've been scratching my eyes out,
I can't see a thing.
The carpet in the hallway,
Is an off-shade of green.
I know I'll mean it,
Whenever it counts,
So I'll just keep talking and hope that whatever comes out,
Is the best sort of reason,
The best kind of doubt,
And hope it's appropriate,
For whatever they're talking about.
I know I'll regret it,
When this comes out.
I have a couple of people inside my head,
Clawing their way out.
There's something in the water in here.
I iron my shirts and I roll up the sleeves.
I remember, "God is a monster".
He must be feeling under the weather.
I remember faces when I leave,
Faces of people who are constantly changing.
I remember people when I leave.
I remember people when I leave, just like those tiny voices inside me.
Cheng-Du is far,
But I'm right here.
Midnight sun says,
I'll wait forever.
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2. |
Three Weeks
05:19
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The piano says I miss you,
I don't feel the same way.
The measurements,
Always say the same thing.
I'm losing weight,
Stuck in a callous state.
I'm a victim of my own traits.
I'm the paint on your walls.
Soon you'll watch me peel off through your fake frames.
I can't rearrange my face to feign interest.
I have splinters under my fingernails.
I can't dig out ivory under my skin,
Is burning for something heavy.
I painted your room deep greens and light blues,
Just like those little bruises,
I had last June when my heart opted for the easy way out,
From under you.
It took me three weeks until I stood up.
It took me three weeks until I got out.
It took me three weeks.
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3. |
Low
02:11
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I'd confess my sins to Virginia state policeman,
If I had anything that required his attention,
But I don't because I'm scared of the repercussions.
I was never one to do something without thinking.
We're low.
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4. |
Floor
05:38
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Let's walk down south,
Talk about seasons and how they pass.
I'll reach out to touch you and pretend that,
What I feel is real.
I'll just pass through you,
Your excuse for a heart is buried deep.
I've convinced myself for too long,
But there's nothing.
We are too anxious for this world (room),
And I am too much unlike you,
And I wish I could be more like you.
I swear if I was more like you,
I'd be happier.
I'd be more productive.
I'd be on my own.
I'd be worth something more,
Than a phone-call,
Than a trash bag full of clothes,
Than a head full of regrets,
Piss drunk on the bathroom floor.
I am patiently waiting for that moment when it brushes against my wrist,
The scent of lavender and roses,
Oranges and coffee grounds.
I only see you when I'm restless,
I always see you when my eyes are closed,
In a crowded room and I don't know what else to do but,
Imagine you against me,
The lavender, the roses.
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5. |
October
04:10
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It's been raining all day but I don't seem to mind
I like it better that way
I can't recognize
The point in my life
When I closed the blinds
Blocking out the sunlight
I was burning alive
So drain my lungs
Of the water that fills them
So that I may breathe
At least one last time
Before you leave
Me again
Me again
Me again
Me again
It's 4 in the morning and I'm still awake
I try to close my eyes
But I just can't shake
The passing of time
The poisonous pace
Of cars on the highway
Why'd you make this so wrong?
So drain my lungs
Of the water that fills them
So that I may breathe
At least one last time
Before you leave
Me again
And I never knew that loving
Someone would feel
Like this.
Like this.
Like this.
Like this.
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