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Intro
02:26
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I know I fucked up
the thing is, I don’t really know what I did wrong
just know that I messed up
because you stopped loving me
because you stopped caring
and I didn’t get a chance to kiss your neck
and the idea kept me lit
what are you doing now
who are you kissing now
who are you loving now
not me
who do you write about
not me
who do you talk about
not me
anymore
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Runners Club
02:49
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I have kissed a lot of souls
But you’re always on my mind
And you always try to hide
I like singing In the dark
Not sure if I should tell my mom
That I’m gonna drop out of school
To sit at home
To write about you
I stare at four bottles of meds
Wondering where my head has been
I can feel you every day
Though you’re never there physically
Where can I go
To escape your words
When’s the date
My plane will leave the country
So I can finally get away
From all the things you gave me
That surround me
When I sleep
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Kept on Stop
03:02
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Lost at Sea
03:34
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and i hope to die young
if i can't live loving
and i wander
my feet are aching
and the mornings are turning cold
with my right hand i swore
and i didn't my tongue
'till death do us part
and of a person I didn't speak
but to the songs i will sing
and the rivers i will cross
the valleys i will walk
Since I was so driven by desire, everything I loved was taken scattered abroad
and I will scale a thousand mountains
with aching feet
because without it
i'm lost at sea
and I run with my pack
my city and my state can no longer hold my despair
with my pack i'll run somewhere new
with my pack i'll meet someone new
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Bluebeard
05:00
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I will no longer yearn
my heart will settle not mourn
a tree and a hacksaw: led down to a crash
two mornings of winter: to look for him there
and I learned of the source
stuck in hell with the bluebeard
stuck in hell with an old friend
and he burns there beside me
doesn’t care of his ways
not a cup of coffee will warm me
the devil has spoken “it was not meant to be”
and in order to punish the flowers I picked, they were taken from me
a kiss and promise: had me down on my knees, pleading for my man and me
no longer a bright side, just what he sees
stuck in hell with the bluebeard
stuck in hell with an old friend
and he burns there beside me
doesn’t care of his ways
not a cup of coffee will warm me
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August Sun Setting
02:09
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I lay here again
unrested
hope the new day will bring good health and settle my assumptions
lessen the worry that comes with loving a traveler
I'm stepping on stones
Barefoot and I'm cold
Running so fast
I could catch up with horses
Not sure what the future tells
And I'm scared to listen
Is it a burden to marry?
Should I live as a free women
to them they are just stories
but i remember breathing
august sun setting
the wind keeps blowing
and i end up at your door again
And I know home
It's driving north
Away from the city
my lovers left hand
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White Marble
03:41
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a hunger for lust will not stop
unless my heart drops
I imagine a kiss from you is like a kiss from the sun after a long winter fall
I am a six month long drought
your love is the rain that nourishes me well
It was not meant to know
I am a white marble under the snow
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Dagger
03:56
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silver room, wondering why you don’t love me
to cross the sea in a raft would that make us steady
alone i can be, but my heart weak, i must squint to see
left to grow and grow i will much like the trees
so grab me my dagger so i can be safe
and learn to walk the forest alone
i am a brave woman
when a ghost jumps in front of me and guides me through i yell “I know”
when the trees fall down and shake the soil quivers i wake
i sleep but i cannot eat the thought of you is breaking me
and the wind is tough had me fall to my knees, bleeding
I’m left to worry of myself and forget of you and me
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it's been a while
03:10
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just standing by
two minutes and I can't get a word in
known, like a shadow
blown by the wind like the trash thrown by the people who say they care so much
and I am known for losing my jewels
for they end up in the pockets of others
and I clench my fist
and like foil, I unravel my wish:
to live where one can exist
and I'm so tired of their expectations
when will i be allowed to live with my creation
I was so lost in the night sky, I forgot of the warmth the sun offered
much like the kiss from the beautiful boy during the yearly December somber
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Next Time
02:34
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I walk
I climb
six months
“I’m fine.”
next time I won’t believe “I’m yours forever.”
and I made so much effort
went to bed with a prayer
lost touch
stopped believing in us
and it’s a habit to run away from things
i’m sorry for ending it so suddenly
I can’t believe the silence you shared with me
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In your Drawer
01:52
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I know we haven’t spoken in 60 days
jewel chest sparkling, rain dancing into the lake
rare red sun setting
sitting on the edge
true love was meant to be spoken
and not clenched onto a chest
tucked away like an old hanky
away from your front pocket
in your drawer for the loneliest days
i can hear your language but can not understand it
trying to cut a stone fruit while you so easily chop down the trees
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Into Forests
02:37
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My fingers are worn and I have separated myself from all that I have known
what do you make, of the place you call home
My heart sits heavily along with all interior excess, not all strong
how can I carry on when all that exist is wrong
We were all carrying corpses
none of us took the road toward this
innocent casualties
hopeless
disappearing into forests
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West End
04:06
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in the night of stolen pride
I lay in the grass
bite onto a peach stone
though betrayed, I forgave
fall out of touch
still my heart you clutch
the dream:
"to the trail, and to my mothers place, it's beautiful"
the reality:
they move to a different country
the lies you spread in your written word play
to give, to love, never enough
"two months down, better end things now"
and they meet, plan a future in the south east country
"finally happy"
and I, stuck in despair
and every drop of rain created a river to the west end
I sail home
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15. |
it hurts to say goodbye
01:14
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