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Boxwood
04:20
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you think too much
you drink too much
but not too often
don't sleep enough
don't eat enough
and far too often
it costs too much
draw the line
costs too much chalk
change your mind
you write the wrong line and fuck it up
you want to be in the summer dancing
it costs too much
recombine
costs too much chalk
you’re doing fine
you write your
whole life with buckets of
chalk
you’re being free
in the summer
you bought a car
it's efficient and small
you park so often
the engine’s off
and you stare at the clock
it stops you often
cold tile floor
half open door
this face is empty now
do you
really care
if it’s really fair
do you struggle often
why don’t you stop
and stare at the clock
time passes often
fake a smile
it’s your prime
you’ve gotta brace yourself
if i try
i can’t rely
on what i feel
can’t you tell
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2. |
Wasted
01:19
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fix in my arm
it’s connected to my head
that washed up island
that’s better off dead
it turns to the window
its pressed against the glass
smash the glass
broken my arm
waste in my head
face down i’m lying
wasted off my head
fix my arm
disconnect my head
stumble through the door
collapse in the bed
can’t be still now
it’s coming from the inside
it’s coming out
waste in my arm
waste in my head
i’m better off dead
wasted off my head
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3. |
Oja de Macao
04:34
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it’s mine
your problem
your passion
in time
you’ll figure out
i’m running
after you
it’s gone
my caution
i’m falling
you’re gone
you disappear
i’m running
after you
you cut me deep enough
it’s your blood bleeding out
you cut me deep enough
my
oja de macao
it’s fine
i’ll drive you
i’ll try to
in line
i’ll wait around
you’re going
out tonight
driving 45 down the county road at night
you sit on your hands and scream into my face
taking off your seatbelt and unlocking your door
you open it and jump out as i speed into the lake
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4. |
Busy Man
06:29
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favorite awful constant pain
working hard to hardly sleep
bought a plan for therapy
happy birthday unto me
isn’t this your comedy
play the fool to shed the grief
bought a gun to shoot the shit
can’t be loved i’d kill for it
fake love stay tough
walk slow lace up
cool head cold soul
talk less do more
your contrived misanthropy
that’s your private vanity
makes the perfect recipe
for a knuckle in the teeth
isn’t this your comedy
on a bender frequently
wanted more but often find
life’s a tune of killing time
he’ll fly a kite in the fire sky
and play with the ashes like the snow
i wish i could lie and tell you i’m unlike him
but i’m a blood
-
in brother of the crow
i saw you
i’m staring down the barrel
can’t see shit
i lost you
i’m staring down the
bottle
nothing’s left
i miss you
i’m staring at the ceiling
can’t see shit
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5. |
Less is More
03:49
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in the back of the college
there is a door that leads to knowledge
it’s kept guarded by an ancient code
that’s kept secret to keep it closed
i met a man
while walking to class
who said he knew how i could get past
but when i asked for the secret drill
he asked me for a dollar bill
this place is locked
this place is locked for me
this place is not
really free
you see the writing on the door
the sign says
less is more
a mirror or glass
something that i could smash
i keep trying to escape my fate
i keep trying to ignore my hate
but no matter how hard i try
i keep running into reasons why
reasons why i should feel like hell
and easy ways i could kill myself
like a train, a roof, and more
all keys to unlock the door
it’s time for you to feel like this
we met last night
you looked all right
you said you liked my smile
you said you liked my style
we went out back
down the hill and past the track
when we got to the opened door
you pushed me to the floor
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6. |
The Trial
05:05
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feeling oversaturated
acting tired
being quiet
losing focus
name forgotten
looking forward
door is open
this is my observation
won’t be too long now
wanting dying
better lying
my private consultation
easy to hold down
overdosing
i’m just joking
key in the lock to get away
listen to my last warning
open the gate to your escape
this is, i’m finding out,
such a fine way to be aligned
droning over empty places
making eyes with voided faces
haunted by a nameless fear
bathroom mirror thoughts are clearer
this is my observation
hoping to come down
trapped inside
a vacant climate
my private consultation
won’t be too long now
tide is rising
sun is blinding
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7. |
DN Muzik
03:00
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8. |
Died
07:17
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not content
and you definitely never feel like these are the days you’d look
back upon
when you were older and more content
and finally felt like looking back upon
you think it’s because you shut your eyes
taught yourself to man up, hush, forget about the present
this will happen over and over again
you try it
it’s 9pm
maria sharapova playing tennis on the tv
just a ate a second dessert [WWE popsicle] with the neighbor kid
and his parents
your mother is supposed to be here by now but she doesn’t answer
so you call your sister
but her voice mailbox is not set up yet
step out of the car
one foot at a time
looking forwards
,
not backwards
as you approach the doorway
you see a figure
standing in the headlights
,
arms akimbo
it’s your grandmother
;
and that’s good, she’s here
but if she’s here, that means someone else isn’t
that means someone’s gonna have to call you on the phone and say
“i’m sorry”
and when the saving portion gets talked about many times
i’ll look back upon again
it’s 10pm
yellow
hot hotel lights are bright and shine hard
three people in a room, two asleep, one awake
you came here expecting
you'd be waking up
from the light shining
in through the hotel window
,
the open shudders as you fell asleep
but you didn’t make it all
the way
instead, the light from underneath the doorway
the bright yellow light of the hotel hallway shines and keeps you
up
you’re waking up the cold sun
you’re waking up the empty son
every time you look back
you’re waiting for the end to come
we cannot force them to be honest
we cannot hope they maintain
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