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Crossway of Killing Time
03:19
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I can't feel tomorrow
A canvas colored grey
Vacate the silence
Continue to turn away
I'll open up this once
As a lighter losing flame
Chasing down this spark
To write in names of the people I would never use
Pack a smile and think about how things use to be
Drive your car and make sure to make good company
Move your units and save yourself a seat for the upstairs
Where the ladders pretend to take you everywhere
I'm watching
The signals start to blink
Caught in the crossway of killing time
And losing A to B
Begin to blur the days
I am reading where to quit
Options cut so closely to skin
I want to make this work
I want to feel my worth
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2. |
Awning Son
03:48
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To run away
In hopes that we divide, set aside
From cold shoulders to a window sill
Watch us inside close the blinds
If I let you in means to commit
There is a string of words tying up the things
That you wish you can say
A face to facts
Harder to admit to any son or any ghost
How does it feel to look back when no one is there?
Cant count the times I lost on you with both my hands
No close records close to the waiting game
To what I put in waiting for...
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3. |
Medium
01:58
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Cast into clothes
The air and weathering
Points to the touch
A dare surrendering
Censor the thoughts
Beginning from a swear
No need to rush
The breath I'll never catch
In my absence I begin
To exist at pulling thin
Walk into the medium
I will be lucky for forget
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4. |
Late
01:49
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You can talk to yourself
Before you go to bed
It never stops
The thoughts that haunt your sleep
Watching silhouettes
Taking shape in the dark
The cover is what
Separates you from them
What are you still doing up?
Do you think of those teenage days?
Brittled by companionship
Though a constant chase
I know it keeps you up
Every time you lay your head down
I know it keeps you up
The ghost in your machine
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5. |
Warm Weather Handout
04:19
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Let us fuse into the lake
Where the snow begins to pay
Respect covered in chrome
On the bed covered in Earth
Are we losing time?
Nailing up the universe
The wired sign
Blessing us a new curse
I know I'm not there with my words unprepared
All signs and warnings point to our new regret
Swear by the numbering
No cataclysm is fair
A warning to the touch begins to thin
(Into the valley
Under the highway
You are the mountain top)
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6. |
Fathom
04:00
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Counting waves who come to pass
Without saying dates or names
Where is my worst memory?
Spread across from page to page
My reservoir, I am too low
There is my worst memory
I'm limited in sentences
That find
That find my way to you
Guided by some voice inside
Who learns to my misery
Hard to fathom in what way you will end
The guessing
The mirror of your fall
On and on the tape rewinds
Scratching at the surface of you
In between the static lines
Images begin to pass through
Records reading frame to frame
Burning all the jagged edges
Dissipates into the time
I regret to hold
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