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balcony
04:28
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it doesn't feel like much of anything,
but you take up my everything.
it takes the air out of my breath,
the weight off my chest,
when that little picture
crosses my mind.
the way i live it don't find find
much clarity in cacophony,
but i jump every time that the phone rings.
you're pulling up, i'm breaking down.
i missed the train,
you're giving up.
no room for thought when it comes to you
(no room for thought when it comes to you)
the twelfth street exit doesn't go
where it says it does.
the streetlights are never bright enough.
count every crack in the sidewalk
that doesn't match my feet.
on my way to meet you
at lombard and 16th.
got the apartment with the balcony.
just what the fuck are you asking me?
i'm in a fantasy
that i don't want to believe.
think contextually.
i'm blessed to be amazingly
lost.
fighting to stay awake,
while sleeping on your shoulder.
i can't stand to think
that you don't know me anymore.
one night i'll make that drive
down i-95
to the place where i waste my time.
it's mine.
i saw your call but it was quiet ride.
i've got a quiet mind.
(i've got a quiet mind now)
suburban might have seen the last of me.
these feelings aren't in the past for me.
but actually
i'm feeling fine, just so i don't pass by
that little balcony in the small alley
behind 16th, where you
sunbathed in the evening.
it was below 60 degrees.
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2. |
deep down
02:38
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drunk till you're dreaming.
life isn't seeming too hard.
something you kept
deep down.
thought you could forget about.
empathy,
misery,
such awful things,
for you to see.
you're not feeling
that i'm not seeing
things your way.
you're no saint.
i know who you are,
long as we're apart.
something you kept
deep down.
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3. |
soft voices
03:25
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marker fades on the memories
we made when i was 17.
they meant the most to me.
i've given up time and space.
and you've lost your fucking place.
you were never up to my pace.
i don't want to talk anymore.
your voice can't resound
beyond the door.
i don't think you're capable of
putting up with my love.
don't wait for me to stick around,
until one day at your door i'll pound.
i don't have to take forever.
but when i say fucking never
it means never.
erase me, sedate me,
but don't complicate me.
create me, berate me,
as you contemplate me.
am i able to be understood?
why'd you promise it was all for good?
that's the reason for choice,
and it's the freedom to lie.
that's the way i feel,
when i crawl inside.
that's the problem with choice,
then it's the freedom to lie.
that's the pain i feel,
as i crawl inside.
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4. |
adore
03:18
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in the gate way to my space,
lies an empty, empty place.
did you find the key
underneath the mat
underneath your feet?
if you did don't tell me.
i'm so bothered that you
didn't call.
was it worth
having the conversation,
at all?
can you shift the gears for me,
melting into the driver's seat?
can you open doors for me?
the window tint just won't let me see.
is it worth having that talk?
such a risk involved.
what if you never let me be?
what if i say things i don't mean?
j'adore ton sourire
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5. |
just near
03:23
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do you want to see
what the world looks like
at four in the morning.
we can drive around
with the heat on high
and the windows down,
taking in the sound.
we can listen to
every song we've
ever loved.
what a way to get to know you.
and as we're parked on the side,
with the seats all reclined,
i tell myself that i'm a
blank canvas for your smile.
i walk alone in the street
late at night.
the thought of you is fresh
on my mind.
getting turned around
again and again.
i'll find my way home.
my arms and eyelids
feel like lead.
but i've got another
six blocks left.
sit on the sidewalk and
call your phone.
please please please please
will you be my home.
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