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love letters
01:24
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like pictures on my tv or tiles on my kitchen floor
or miles, beers, and ghosted plans just more more more more more more more
i just can't stop thinking, baby, night after night
how we both look like shit under these gas station lights
i hang my feet off of my trestles, hang my head when you come around
maybe tonight i won't stay up just to put myself down down down down
toss bottles off my rooftop, hear them shatter in the street,
stumble through this maze of alleys, pick the glass out of my feet
there's nothing that i wouldn't steal for you
no roof or bridge i wouldn't climb to feel like i'm alive
i went to your sob story and all i got was a fist fight
i might not tell you the whole truth but all you do is lie lie lie lie
the slowing of your breathing, the slurring of your speach
the burn marks on my legs, the stepping stones down to the beach
the way you're looking at me, baby, you're so fucking out of reach
but the stars don't look the same since your body found peace
if every shooting star we wish on's just a chemical burn out
we can tell each other's futures in the burn holes on my couch
and if the stars don't look the same when my luck finally runs out
dump my body in the sunset on the hill beside my house
between the road head, the road rage, the dui's
you've got many roads to follow down the pupils of your eyes
and if the stars just look the same after hours on my bike
i guess i fucked it up again but all i can do is try try try try
all you can do is try try try try
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fire escape
02:32
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crumpled up on the floor of the shower
hope the neighbors aren't home
bitter pills and a camel for breakfast
pour the day down the drain on my phone
it won't feel good till i hear your voice
on the north side of town
clumsy words stumble over the phone
glance down the hall in your hospital gown
like the photographs hung up of tangled up bodies
on my old kitchen floor
the faces come flooding in and soak up the reasons
why we're not that close anymore
why i missed your wedding day and what was i running from
closeness or distance or trucks in nebraska
i just black out what i do to survive
life's got two yellow lines and i fell asleep driving
your heart screams the word, your mouth finds their shape:
"i'm not gonna die here"
the glass cuts your feet as you walk away
the picture gets clearer
it's a house up in flames and you built your own cage
just so no one could hurt you
if there's nothing to lose, there's nothing to gain
that's just something you learn through
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milk crates
02:58
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like a dog tugging on a rope
i don't even know where i'd go if they let go
in my selfish narrowmindedness
they put up a chain link fence
now there's nothing i can do but bark my head off
but we're not fucking playing
i got these teeth for a reason
i know that it's life or death, i can't forget it
i lie down and you kiss my forehead
i tell you i'm just fucking exhausted from work
i don't wanna get drunk, i don't wanna go out
it feels like survival just isn't enough
is it?
the winter passes
my jaw unclenched
the ferns outside my window learn to open up
and there are things in your life that you were made to run away from
but it's not your grief or your pain or any other kind of love
i let go of my hold on a happy ending, when you're baked into a corner there's no horizon
where i once felt despair now i feel free
i put my trust in broken milk crates underneath the trestle by the vet's hall
a call for help in markal
i found your mouth under the blankets this might be the last night i can taste
country duets and inhalants
no job, no place to get away from
i've been to a world worth living in
no rent, no lies to memorize
no fucked up world to drown out
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4. |
river song
02:37
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bum around the house waiting for a ride
shout out my name when you pull up outside
leave more pain behind with each town we pass
the road sodas are on me if you can drive real fast
there's someone i don't wanna be living in my mind
but everybody's got something they wanna leave behind
you'll be the empty cans laying at my feet
i'll be the dead dog laying out in the hot summer heat
i leave my shirt on the shore, trade in all my regrets
i got a couple of years to forget
kick the dust off of the little things i won
with a smile made of paper hanging out on my tongue
saw all the friends i lost standing up on the bridge
we'll waste the whole day in the sun and just smoke and bitch
kiss your crooked teeth, the trestle of your grin
a monument to a world worth living in
let the red wine go ahead a stain my shirt
let this river wash away all my god damned hurt
let the sun sink low and the day roll past
and just think about how i never get the moment back
i hope you know you don't owe nobody nothing
i hope you know just how much i believe in you
how your friends light up when you walk in the room
and the joy and the love to see you live your truth
drive me down tot he river on the golden hour
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empties
02:15
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bury my feet in the dirt, by the pine in the garden with my cat
he got too brave in the breath of the freeway
bury my feet in your blankets, christmas lights in your bedroom, with your cat
and i get brave and i tell you how i'm feeling
bury my face in your hair, you smell like parliaments and whispered fears
like "what if you move back to new york and i never see you again?"
we wear each other's clothes a silent promise on the back porch
we pack another bowl and skate down to the corner store
i watch the nail glow red, turn my teeth into ash
you've got eyes like fire and i'm feeling cashed
with grief in my lungs i will choke on your silence,
your breath on my lips and the patterns that bind us
and our eyes glaze over eagerly
in smoked out fantasies of chosen family
a house in the woods, a litter of kittens
we could raise our children with a river to swim in
you brush my hair behind my ear
can't stay in this town long but for tonight you're here
i never throw out your empties you haunt me night after night
i see reflections of ghosts , like your eyes in the porch light
nervous paper peeled from your drinks
it pours over your walls and you say what you're thinking
the water tower hangs over head
we keep getting higher as our hearts keep sinking down
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6. |
clawfoot
02:48
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four legs bent over a clawfoot
deluged in panic
flower petals on my knees
a mosaic drenched in pink
it's been a while since i felt safe outside my bedroom
i know i can't make my mind
but i'm a sunflower, all dried up and dead and burnt out
overwhelmed by what i needed
bathroom tiles carved into my knees
it breaks my heart to think, "is this conversation worth having?"
i know you're sick and tired of feeling stagnant
but your friends don't push you to grow
i know we could all use some validation
between my pattern seeking paranoid defenses
and my capacity to change
i tried to loosen knots by pulling on them harder:
i didn't give myself no room to breathe
and you can fantasize in time things will work themselves out
self medicate by running out of town
in neurotic desperation i seek out bodies of water
and learn to cry in total silence
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7. |
soup for my family
02:18
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my walk home from the grocery store
takes me past my favorite court house doors
there's crowds of hungry people everywhere,
but that's alright, i brought enough to share!
please officer, you gotta believe me, it's soup for my family!
no i aint no crook, i aint no vandal,
just pourin' one out from a can of campbells
no i aint no part of no organization
it's just a perfect summer night for some celebration
you brought the ribs, i brought a can of clam chowder
let's roast these piggies and sing together!
now anytime that i'm feeling lonely
i just head into the street with some minestrone
if this thankless job has made your heart grow cold
i got some chicken soup for your fascist soul
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8. |
tether
02:37
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9. |
sunbleached
03:06
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pigeon pit Olympia, Washington
pigeon pit is a collection of stories wrapped in sunburned skin and a brave heart from a small beach town.
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