1. |
BEAR.
02:21
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I’ve parsed the words from your lips to feed the way I feel.
I’ve got a need for leaving this, but I’ve grown weak at the heel.
The prospect,
of giving up.
I’ve been running from the grandeur that I might never know,
but I’ll build a place to hide my head in lieu of getting old.
The lack of motivation is what keeps my body tied,
to an image of tomorrow finding ways to never try.
The glory,
of walking out.
The fear of,
how.
I’d like to think I’m better than this.
I’d like the think I’m better than the prospect of giving up.
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2. |
NUMB. AUTUMNAL.
03:24
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3. |
PASSION. BASTARD.
02:31
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I held out hands for this dying breed.
Never meant to falter, but I can’t think from the lack of sleep.
Falling out is easier said than done.
I think it’s better if we lie together.
You took in alms for my want to need.
I can feel the absence. It’s not killing me but I need to sleep.
Falling out is easier said than done.
I think it’s better if we lie together.
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4. |
FLATLANDER.
02:32
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If the sun doesn’t swallow you whole,
I’ve got a fear in my chest, a fear in my chest.
A spinning image of innocence,
growing weak from the weight of your friends.
A weary patch grows beneath my feet,
I feel clean, I feel clean.
But I don’t mind that you’re the kind of thing
I don’t need, I don’t need.
But I think you’re awful though.
And I’ll never get you alone.
I thought you ought to know.
If this moment doesn’t swallow my pride,
I’ve got a long time to think, a long time to think.
The swelling lack of validation,
that stays with me even after you leave.
A small fray grows around your seams.
It tells me, it tells me,
even though you’re the kind of thing
I don’t need, I still need.
But I think you’re awful though.
And I’ll never get you alone.
I thought you ought to know.
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5. |
NO. SHORE.
01:47
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I wish I fought the overwhelming defeat,
that I could feel when you washed over me.
Looking back I see the fear in your smile,
with an image of water sitting stagnant for miles.
If I could run, I’d put a distance between,
the thought of you and me and I’d try again.
But the words are lacking in the weight
of all of the time that I’ve wasted.
I grew dizzy in your vibrance for a time.
I wish you stayed, I wish I tried.
I’ve grown too tired and I don’t want to talk anymore.
My little shoreline that was dragged to the sea,
we tried to run where the waves couldn’t reach.
Our lungs burst when we found ourselves lost to the world.
I can’t love you anymore when I’m floating with no shore.
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BJØRN Albany, New York
Just straight creeping all of the time.
Yelling in closets and crawlspaces.
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