1. |
Meddle in the Middle
03:12
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One touch might be enough
to instill in me this love.
The friction of our interactions
distills from me this reaction.
If all the words I could ever need were mine,
I'd leave my thoughts somewhere easy to find.
As we become more engaging
I could have sworn you were just waiting
for the words to start fading
and the world around us to start changing.
You found me counting rose pedals.
I'm 50/50 on whether I should settle
or meddle in the middle.
I'm going to leave alone.
I am in complete control
of my incomplete soul.
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2. |
Finicky
01:19
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You pointed at the perfect star
to take us so far
from the people we are
to the edge of the milky way,
to the nearest bar,
and we play darts.
They think they can predict the finicky desires in our hearts.
They think they know who we are.
But they wont find us in this bar,
and that's at least a start.
I dreamed one day I would see you pirouette,
before you became famous on the internet.
I think it's time I analyze my intent.
so here i am, we won't have this moment again.
I think I can predict the finicky desires in your heart.
I think I know who you are.
That's when I fell apart.
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3. |
Feeling Touchy
03:44
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Why do I need someone else here to laugh?
Why do I keep trying to find my other half?
I rehearsed this outburst
before the feeling dispersed.
May my self worth
writhe in myself first.
Somewhere between feeling and touching
we confused feelings with being touchy.
I need to take a walk and blow some steam off.
My temper raise the temperature in your loft.
Tearing in the covers off, you turn as if to scoff but this could be the last time, just like last time.
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4. |
Tip Toe
02:29
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I cross my toes to make sure you don't know.
When I'm telling the truth I take off my shoes.
I'm inside your room, I leave a knife by the door
in case the bad dreams dare come back for more.
I don't think I can stay. I fear I wear down on you.
I sleep under the bed just to put you on edge
I'm mad I said anything.
It's the tone in my foot steps
that shake the sturdy ground.
I figured Id tip toe to the front porch to smoke
but you awoke.
I swallowed these pain pills to help me get back to sleep.
The floor wont make a sound once I cant feel my feet.
Its harder to listen to silence
than it is to hear you tell the truth.
Because I cant tell if I'm being forward
or if you don't want me to know.
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5. |
Autonomous
03:31
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How do I remain positive
with doubt controlling me like common sense.
I cower when I should be confiding in friends.
But I don't know if I have the confidence.
Putting yourself back together takes time and I've invested mine.
The manifestation of my depression caught critiquing the Devine.
It's a far cry into a dark sky to shed the smallest bit of light.
It's faulty ply when you've been alone your whole life.
If you make a sound after I've flipped all the lights out,
I'll pout on the couch instead of sorting it out.
If you don't wanna talk, I'll understand, I don't want to talk much either.
But I promise to keep these promises,
not because I'm threatened by your dominance,
but because when I feel utterly anonymous
you make me feel autonomous.
I tend to see the rain and pout
instead of finding new things to complain about.
You heard I asked for this drought
as I sipped foam off of a grainy stout.
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6. |
Footprints
04:09
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I want to encourage you to pursue the things you want to do.
Put trust in the follow through.
I want to affirm your intuition, you know best your own situation. Guide your dreams into fruition and they'll have to listen.
Footprints on my windshield.
Reclined, I don't care to check the time.
Your voice kept my lips sealed
while I refined my every word, my every line.
I was kissed on the check by a goddess,
I froze and played it off as being modest.
You must have thought me to be thoughtless.
My heart aches for you and all that you're going through,
somehow you always knew but the process is brand new.
Though the end is not in view, I'll stay close to you.
Time can change your friends, but it won't change me and you.
Now you know you can confide all your pain in me
until we both fall asleep.
It's not easy to describe this feeling but I feel like you know what I mean.
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7. |
Hot Toddies
02:59
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This mean mug has got a chip on the lip,
makes mornings hard when I've got whiskey to sip.
Makes me wonder why I think I need to quit.
Makes me sulk in somber longer than seems fit.
Hot Toddies in our cold bodies,
hot nicotine shared at parties.
Cold shoulders from the glitterati came off as gaudy
when you've found the best free coffee in Raleigh.
A slight change of scenery
and people I've yet to see
are waiting out there for me,
so I'm Clutching the van keys.
I'm setting vagrant tendencies
like giving away all my money.
I'm putting steel to the stone.
More honing and less zoning when I'm alone.
Go to bed early without wasting time on my phone.
Postponing mindless droning until I am stoned. I'm out on my own.
I'm not coming home until I've broken more bones.
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8. |
The Web
04:33
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Through the cracks and peep holes
I saw my idols draped in cheap clothes.
Gripped me like a sink hole,
am I expected to except this new low?
Turned my satisfaction into woe,
spent all afternoon taking placebos.
I wasted my youth scared of being single,
scared of pictures of you with other people.
Your web's no longer confine me.
I've found my notebook to be more enticing.
My absence mistaken for hiding
but I've been soaking up more natural lighting.
She said "You've got some impeccable timing,
now I need it in your hand writing."
Summer sun sets set such somber silver linings,
sometimes makes it hard to do the right thing.
I don't dwell on the past tense
or paint over smears on the canvas.
I'm changing bad habits
to ward off my sadness.
Still mixing my ideal innocence
with a dash of ambivalence.
Steering my aimless mess
toward focused diligence.
Peace of mind, I find you deep in mine.
Peace of mind. You're buried deep in my peace of mind.
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9. |
Reflex (live to tape)
02:40
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Constantly reading faster
the next page in my chapter.
I could skip to the end,
but its the rush I need to master.
It doesn't even matter
what the pages said
so long as the words I read
shape images in my head.
Definitive decisions devised deliverance from dead dogmas.
Each and every exit is entangled in
apologies too abstract to assume
"no nonsense".
Instant gratification or prolonged satisfaction?
Instead I find traction in reading your reactions.
The knowledge you neglect
reflects in your reflex.
Especially when you are wrecked,
specifically in retrospect.
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