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Daphne 2007
01:06
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You took an oath.
Said you'd be both,
then crafted your excuse.
Didn't mean to haunt my nightmares
when you said "I'm not going anywhere.
There's too much I have to see you do."
Legs like a tree,
painted and adorned with leaves.
Go ahead and blame it on the world.
Say it louder so you'll believe it.
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Golden Mean
03:52
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Can I face what I am?
A 29 year old man
sitting all alone in a McDonald’s.
This is just how things are.
My $1500 car.
Skipping my class at the community college.
Kid, cut the shit.
You’re alright.
Stop treating your dreams
like a blight.
Take a look at your home,
your day-to-day, and your phone.
An application full of good companions.
So what the fuck do you want?
A marquee in a brand new font?
All in the name of molding strangers into loved ones.
Kid, cut the shit.
You’re just fine.
You get to do what you like all the time.
You said it always looks like the light
shines a little brighter on the other side,
but how can you see just where you’re standing if you never really open your eyes?
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Awfully
04:11
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They said it came down
with a breath and a shutter.
The walls hit the ground.
Made a sound like no other.
You said you wouldn't laugh at the rubble,
but there you are in all of your splendor.
Holding up a hand to your stubble
and holding back a terrible word.
This is awfully...
This is awfully...
This is all awfully hard.
They'll say it got cold
like a draft from an old door
and it'll be told
around the fire like folklore.
They'll honor us with all of their pity
by feeling kinda sad for a minute.
Walk away accomplished and gritty
but underneath their breath they will say this:
This is is awfully...
This is awfully...
This is all awfully stupid.
These kinds of things
aren't supposed to happen to me.
They happen to everyone else
or anyone else.
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Other people's houses.
03:54
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You have grown up and out of me.
I smell a little bit stranger every night.
I have come to life to sell the contents of your bedroom on the sidewalk.
Stuck a price on your birthright.
Put on your tag, you're a part of this.
Dust off your Twain and your Kierkegaard.
Curate a little list of the walls you'll miss.
Forget the size of your backyard.
Do you long for me when you sleep
under other attic sounds
and when you visit us,
will you still know what I hide beneath my floorboards
like a Frank Capra bloodhound?
Put on your spurs you're a part of this.
Dust off your Wayne and your Morricone.
Burn all those pics of the roofs you miss.
Never say the word 'home'.
Daydream about a house that you passed today.
Draft up a different childhood inside of it.
Try desperately to feel like you did when you felt that way:
when you woke up in my respite.
So stay out or I'll haunt you,
but on your way out:
be sure a little bit of blood is left for me.
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Gut
04:09
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Wait 'til the gut's an empty place.
Say a thing or two and see
if it feels like outerspace.
Trust is the best attempt we got
and that scares the shit out of me.
Shake my hand and disagree.
Hey, is there an easier way to do this?
Okay. Is there a prettier way to do this?
Faith is the grizzliest thing I know,
like a pillar made of smoke.
Fall down like Wile E. Coyote's ghost.
Heart is the dumbest thing we say.
There's no compass in my chest.
We all wander 'til we rest.
Truth is a god we built from fear.
Take a guess from there and here,
Forge a demon hunting spear.
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Dear tv,
Stop your kissing.
Reel your line
back unhooked.
I'm so sorry that i don't believe in heaven.
It must be hard to understand
and i'm so jealous that you can.
I looked up and saw how everything could crush me.
I buried my head down at first,
but hiding only made it worse.
A few little words.
Say them again.
Lie to yourself when the world ends.
Pull up a chair.
Laugh with your friends.
Lie to yourself when the world ends.
I told everyone about that whole balloon thing.
I needed something to impart,
a symbol of my shredded heart.
But there was no need for some brash exaggeration.
They had to pry my hands away
in front of everyone that day.
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Apollo 2010
02:20
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Is it sad when a change grows old,
turns into everyday,
stiffens your pillowcase?
The smell of somewhere different;
you will get used to it
little by little bit.
Don't let the pictures steal your heart.
Maybe throw away everything.
Just to feel clean and new.
Just for a day or two.
Who's that screaming outside?
Tell me it's in my head:
thoughts that could wake the dead.
A steady stream of water...
is that what you people want?
Won't it bore a hole through that spot?
When he jumped off that cliff
unsure of underneath,
I was jealous. He looked so free.
I will walk in some direction.
Only carrying sad cliches
and the clothes that i wore that day.
Only miss me if you're stupid.
Let me be a collection of
stories you'll always love.
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Dracula 2016
06:29
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You took an oath to be someone,
so wash your hands and go.
Give a speech aloud and say that it’s
not your fault ‘cause
you swear you tried.
Then see if you can swallow.
Somewhere in the back of every head
there is a shape that’s dead.
Draw it on a piece of paper.
Press it in a book for later
to come across when there’s a tear to be shed.
Legs like a trunk rooted in cement you poured.
Go ahead and hide your spaded hands
in your pockets before they see 'em.
In a brilliant move of every starway,
I’ll cash a check and stay
and a year or six will flutter
like bats at dusk each summer.
So duck your head and try to get through the workday.
Hey now are you insane?
You will fall and crack your skull, so change.
Hey now do you feel strange?
As a crack forms in your bark is there pain?
Hey now are you insane?
You will fall and crack your skull, so change.
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