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The path trails off
And heads down a mountain
Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads
I don't really care
And the path trails off
And heads down a mountain
Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads
I don't really care

 

So bring the lightening, bring the fire, bring the fall
I know I'll get my heart through
Got miles to go, but from the day I started crawling
I was on my way to find you

 

I stole this sweater from your car
So I'd have you all night in my arms
Now as I go to sleep
I got you here with me

 

The future is inside us, it's not somewhere else

 

And in the bathroom is where I want you
Against the graffiti wall we know no law at all
Just to see you body in a place so tacky
There's no better irony in my own depravity
So go slow
Go slow

I do want to be in love
I do want to fall in love but I just don't know how to
I do want to be in love
I do want to be in love but I just don't know how to
I don't know how to

 

I once was blind, but now I just look away.

 

I set in just like winter,
and leave like spring.
I'll go on through the summer,
burn everything.
And when I fall,
oh when I fall,
I fall.

 

The things you grow are set to die.

You cling to them with knuckles white. 


 

I found enough of your hairpins to build you a monument,
A statue to loneliness. Breathe it in. Let it go.
I caved a piece of the drywall in,
Replaying the argument,
I'm icing my swollen fist. It's a lie and this isn't a home, no, no.
I'm just skin and bones.
I broke my cell phone
Cause it won't fucking tell me when you're coming home.

 

The material world seems to me like a newspaper headline-
It explicitly demands your attention
And it may even contain some truth
And what's really going on here?

 

i'm gonna take this goddamn spoon and get inside you without sharpening it first. nuts, baby, i gotta know you're made of, and when i find out what that is i gotta know what it tastes like

 

In the night, we will celebrate cyclical spin
as we ritually send off the fire at both ends
yet I'm blanketed, wet with the thought in my head:
I don't know what I want what I want's where I've been

 

That last line.

 

I spent a long time down in the basement
Instead of rolling with the riff raff

 

In this young night's sky there are pinhole lights.
Find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead.
Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds
that I got from rubbing elbows with a sharpened edge?
But if I choose this too does it count as my move?
I can't drop my history just to become new.
Now swimming through the nothingness and the absolute
but I couldn't ask this of you.

 

I can't drop my history just to become new

 

good morning, son. i am a bird wearing a brown polyester shirt

 

You in this light feels like a thing I can't remember.
Clutching you close your body felt like December
shook awake early from the rock of your tremors.
Tracing my thumb over the miles of your memory.
Now a bit brighter with a smile and a laughter.
One in the same and what am I to be after,
dancing in private with the concept of never?
You in this light feels like a thing I can't remember.

 

you're saying definitely maybe
i'm saying probably no

 

an inch ahead of the event horizon
your pupils pinpoint and mine gigantic
i watch the wind in distant trees
the possibilities in standard tuning

hands have x's
i'm visibly trashed
the streetlights flicker on as we pass them

you light a salem
you stole from your aunt
you're just so handsome
i have to laugh when

you say the same blood runs through us
me, though, i maintain that i'm different
years passed and i wished i could show you
i wish that i told you

eleven months and not one word from you
but then out of the long dark blue
like a busted dealer
like a son or daughter
you hit the showers
i feel so old when

you say the same blood runs through us
me, though, i maintain that i'm different
years pass and i wish i could show you
and i wish that i told you

you say "gravitational waves move through me"
you sound sedated
i ask you "what happened?"
years passed and i wish i could show you
wish i could hold you

 

the night, we will celebrate cyclical spin
As we ritually send off the fire at both ends
Yet I'm blanketed, wet with the thought in my head:
I don't know what I want what I want's where I've been

 

Don't tell me how to feel
Or say that you're for real
My mind's made up, I'm cool without you
You got no more appeal
Now this girl don't need no man
Say what she can do what she can
Now I live for me
And, boy, does that make you weak?

 

If I choose this too
Does it count as my move?

 

This is why you and I will never see eye to eye.
This is why I’ll never dream with closed eyes.
Who needs love when pain feels alright?
Who needs truth when all I want is lies?

 

I often wonder why I carry all this guilt
When it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've built



Don't you understand the damage you have done
To you it's just a memory, but for me it still lives on