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carmine
04:11
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ringing telephone awakened
by the sound
of the heat and stale eruptions
no one around
cushions wilting in the basement
red with rust
an enigmatic collection
obscured by dust
in the matter of an instant
I am afraid
of a life full of division
obscured by a blade
if I collide within ur sorrow
you will remain
a resplendent self-correction
outside of the shade
softly speak out
vs. his shallow doubt
the stop signs in the distance
overshadow
the green trees in the front yard
painfully dripping slow
the length of time before her
she doesn't know
hopefulness melts like ice cream
in a ceramic bowl
in the pathway of conclusion
I lay alone
a boy without a father
he doesn't know
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2. |
spin
02:52
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push my chair into the middle of the room
spin
i'll leave the curtains open until the sky comes back
as a new friend
vacant sparks explore my view
each time I cough with my eyes closed
no artificial leaf or fern could guide me to my repose
i will go to hell
for how ive treated myself
ive aged, now it all starts to melt
its going slowly now
i exist
u can hear it like u can hear a needle drop
a frightful fish's leap into faith submerge my hand a hopeful host
no sacrificial honest yearn could guide me to ur ghost
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3. |
unu
04:15
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there is comfort in reciprocals
once u define ur state of mind
they will re-associate themselves
theres no need to fight
it falls in line
i fall in line
why do so many leave their curtains closed while light and warmth are abundant?
my friend will not wake up,
they said,
"whats there to life beyond sleep?"
who is to gain from a person's pain
to persuade, strip, & purchase
the designer is the decider of will, be it ours
he blinds
no choice but to trust in their choices
i'll fall in line
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the purple flowers in the trees
blu jay gliding on the breeze
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4. |
stop driving (over it)
05:50
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( i )
im sober / i cannot confess
come over / so i can forget
stop driving / ill open my arms
im over it / _____
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( ii )
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( iii )
look over / at the paint u spilled for me
how did i deserve that / how could i deserve that?
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( iv )
i think i broke my arm when i was ten
' ' get up , ur fine ' '
, they kept saying
step on my rock / i know you would if u knew what id give u
knife in my foot / i thought i lost u
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maxwell hart Maryland
howdy,
thank u for listening.
my first set of
songs is out now! they r kinda old but i gotta start somewhere lol
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