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well there goes the neighborhood
I do hope it comes back
'cause I'm still living here
I could wait a while
that's my usual plan
right here by the fire door
predators aren't gonna see a lot of motion in my corner
until I'm not here again
what if tomorrow's a booby-trap
and how do I excuse myself from that one?
you have seen a passenger
but I say “aren't we both fucked?”
sometimes it takes a little more
I miss when communion just meant we're all full
not working ourselves
sleeping alone
in the middle of last summer
I was dropping all commitments
shouting “self-care!” at my friends
that looks like a kid's toybox of nothing to me
I'll sound another retreat
here I go to something else half-started
I'm so used to change
I think if I tried to stay
then I wouldn't need
so when I'm 5 exits in search of
in search of a character
someone I think's worth knowing
I'm so better now than I was
than I was years before
and a lot of that's just been saying no
so when I'm 5 exits in search of
in search of a character
maybe if I close my fist 5 looks like 1
I know there's lot of people I could say
I could say “let's run away to..."
at least us getting out's a start
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2. |
No Recognition
03:26
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no recognition paints the outside
no depression comes with will to decide
harmless warnings are all friends give
19 headaches in a social toolshed
I never recognized before but it's an awful story
I never recognized before the clothes and space I take up
walking naked past communications agents
just once might transmit what I wanted
it starts out awkward and it keeps breeding
I put my hands in the shit we're eating
maybe this one is the hopeful song
written before I make between us all wrong
I never recognized before but it's an awful story
I never recognized before the clothes and space I take up
walking naked past communications agents
just once might transmit what I wanted
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3. |
Sad Muscles
03:01
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the bits of face that I chop and stack
the ordinary chores of the day
I'm singing with my whole throat now
I'm pumping blood overtime
the carelessness of these jokes
I'm laughing like I'm trying to leave
I wonder what it's like working not to look
I strain my eyes and I get just a peek
some arms are hard
I'm getting there now
sometimes I'm tired
but I'm waiting on all you
I got sad muscles (x2)
some arms are hard
I'm getting there now
sometimes I'm tired
but I'm waiting on all you
invite me in before
my ventricles go
they're getting sad
but I'm waiting on all you
I got sad muscles (x4)
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4. |
Still Running Out
03:15
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my medical trials
I'll never get out of
somebody's looking after me that way
tell me what makes my brain
it's obvious I'm needing
without you I might disapprove
I wanna be home
I want a shipping address for years
don't want be seen I'm not
I wanna please I'm not
I don't wanna please I'm not
not tired of being happy
it's still new to me
Brooklyn doesn't need me out
I'm quiet
now I'm getting stuck
in online personality tests
archetypes or typo life
it's the ones with either/or questions I'm looking out for
like a shelf where I could stop
I wanna please I'm not
I don't wanna please I'm not
am I running out or running water
over the bruises and scratches I just discovered (x8)
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5. |
Nailbiter
02:30
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you will lose everyone you can imagine
you will rediscover what they mean by unconditional
in the context of your condition
you will cringe every time someone mentions family
like that hasn't been burnt out or slowly eroded
you will never forget how alone you can be
you will die every way you can think to fear
you will cry realizing you're just sick
you weren't wrong in guessing something's wrong
you will never lose self-destructive urges
brought on by danger loss or boredom
you will always worry anyone not scared off
you will be seen in horrible ways
you will be shamed
you will be shed
you will know better than to hope
but I have hope
we won't stop fucking things up
and may you think it's worth it
may you think it's worth it
may you think it's worth
I think it's worth
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yeah we reach up for light and canopy
we work like plants climbing other plants
who were made stronger
supporting their own weight
we weren't built so reliable
call me vine
call me ivy
sometimes I dream of being kudzu
like the places we're from
suffocation
let's trade who's the vine and who's the tree
if I could reach you past the canopy
let's both at least get glimpses
glimpses
glimpses
glimpses
let me be used as compost
rather than ceremony
I'll be useful
remember me as what I made
'cause I fear who I was was broken (x2)
yeah I think you get it
all my friends can look broken
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7. |
The Dripping Horror
04:05
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stay in my room 5 days to start to feel present
tally up pills produce clothes to sew a losing score
water damage blooms overhead like my distrusts
wanna build a good life but don't see a foundation
there's a dripping horror from my ceiling
trickles on my face
I forget what clean is
I get up to leave but I'm marked for all to see
a resignation to death but I don't mean now
I know she's gone and I'm not going for a while
I know my pain can all fit in my body and I'll hold it
carving sigils in my head on every wall still goddamn standing
3 meals 8 hours and living and living and teeming
there's a dripping horror from my ceiling
all spring paint bubbles up as it rains
then the winter's too dry with artificial heat
I count the marks on my walls and arms
there's the dripping horror of my body
if I shambled to you I'd be so much waste
I'm broken-heart and loss and a damn fine fake
I don't blame anyone
we're all our hurt sometimes
there's a dripping horror from my ceiling
trickles on my face
I forget what clean is
I get up to leave but I'm marked for all to see
a resignation to death but I don't mean now
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(improvised one afternoon in a van in Nashville, TN)
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