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Last Sunday
02:51
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Last Sunday seems so far away -
We day-drank, watched the sunlight fade -
Deck underarm, sky blushing pink overhead -
Stalled by the road, light turns green to red.
Last Sunday seems so out of reach -
We caught up, went and watched Brigitte -
Restaurant was full, spent half-an-hour with the match -
Stalled on the bus, heading home too fast.
That's all until I don't know...
That's all for now.
Last Sunday seems so long ago -
We walked home, watched your favourite show -
Said our goodbyes, knew it would soon be New Year -
Stalled by the door, scared I'd made it clear.
That's all until I don't know...
That's all for now.
That's all until I don't know...
That's all for now.
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2. |
Leaving (2017)
03:01
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Three days in and I concede
to this defeat without a single protest.
I guess I know I have to leave
cos if I left right now no one would notice
An early snowstorm stalled the trains -
official tweet said Friday at the latest.
I got back in on Saturday -
it could have been a month, no one would notice.
I tried to show that I possess
a sense of style, a sense of social status.
I got a couple looks at best -
I could go barefoot, no one would notice.
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Overlapping times get skewered in my head -
When and where and how and who.
Certain bitten words get infinitely said
And echo back and forth in my room.
What if I told you the truth?
What if you told me the same?
Every killer card is placed on paths converging
And meeting halfway through Act One.
Write where you see yourself - write the word uncertain -
I never think my begin has begun.
What if I told you the truth?
What if you told me the same?
Tearstains on my notes warp my scrawled reminders
Of deadlines coming up.
Searches on my phone mark the points I've wavered
And thought it was too much.
Paint me in the frame. Paint me on the canvas
(In the foreground)
I probably shouldn't try. I probably shouldn't chance it.
(Round and round)
What if I told you the truth?
What if you told me the same?
Tearstains on my notes warp my scrawled reminders
Of deadlines coming up.
Searches on my phone mark the points I've wavered
And thought it was too much.
Midnight, calling home, scared that I am dying
From being out of touch.
Lovesick in the dark, hatred in the morning -
The turn, the smile, the luck.
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I'm not sure what's different
But something is strange
I'm scared for my safety
I'm worried I'll change
The lights were above us
And I felt at ease
But when I got home I found
A hole where my body had been
I want to tell you till the tears come quick
I hate how I'm hurting
But I like what I do
It makes me act kinder
And value the truth
So I want to tell you till the tears come quick
I'm sick and not sleeping
I'm struggling to eat
I know now what's different
But it's you and not me
The lights were above us
And I felt at ease
So now when I look at the lights
You're reborn in warm memories
I want to tell you till the tears come quick
But I cannot tell you cos I'm not who you kiss
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5. |
Pictures of My Friends
02:06
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I wish I could go back and take pictures of my friends
When we were together and I didn't have to spend
All day alone here
Between these four walls.
I wish I could go back...
I hope I can see them when this crisis finds its end,
And we can swap stories and all remember when
We were alone here
Between these four walls.
I hope I can see them...
I love how I love it when we laughed at something dumb.
Soon we'll be laughing at the ways we spent the months
All alone here
Between these four walls.
I love how I love it...
I love how I love it...
I wish I could go back...
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