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(The) Velvet Rope
03:26
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placing my fingers
over my wrist
checking my pulse
looking for skips
deep in a state
inside a state so deep
measuring breaths
as I try to sleep
—
using my words
to calm the fuck down
praying to god
i don’t pass out
chasing my drinks
with cigarette drags
drowning my thoughts
forgetting the past
picture myself
in a healthier scene
i’d move to LA
if it could change a thing
deep in a state
inside a state so deep
spitting at the mirror
at my enemy
—
when music sounds sweet
it is written by god
an endless loop
of a beautiful song
screaming at the trees
from the ledge of my roof
pleasure takes one
but love it takes two
when nothing works out
just as well is i dream
i counter my dread
with certainties
a corn cob moon
inside an adderall fight
uglier days
make for prettier nights
and i’m so damn sorry
that I got so dark
a pleasant excuse
for a medicated heart
screaming from the bedroom
from the bed in my room
it doesn’t mean much
but at least it’s the truth
—
well baby knows best
in his lukewarm moods
a delicate touch
for a blue collar dude
half is his fault
and a quarter is mine
chalk it up to bad luck
for the other 25
us against them
me against you
the velvet rope
separates the two
half is spent waiting
and the rest is spent trying
i measure my life
in wasted time
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I had a vision of a perfect person
The only one I liked, he has to stay alive
To be the picture of a hearts companion
To be a glimmer of light, it has to stay alive
And when I change I can be halfway handsome
I can be a man, and I can be alright
There is a future of a better fiction
There is an end in sight, there is an end tonight
I met myself inside a New York bathroom
There wasn’t much to say, there wasn’t much to like
I found a stranger on an avenue evening
She had a taste for yours, had a taste for mine
There is a window into every silence
The cobwebs of life, I can crawl inside
Of all the people that could show what matters
To the end of the night, It has to stay alive
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Screaming at the Trees
03:41
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(The) Burden of Proof
03:44
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Eyes, closed,
the feelings explode,
and drip down my throat
As my mind, moves,
the burden of proof,
is blocking the truth
From your clean, kind,
definitive side,
the conquered my pride
Through a long, year,
it grew from sincere,
to something unclear, but I know,
That I won’t give up, no I won’t give up
The weight of my love,
is transforming us, into…
passionate people that we never knew.
—
Time, warps,
the densest of dreams,
it swallows them clean
When the days, crash,
I don’t want to act,
or wish to go back
To the same, lines,
that piss down like rain,
and drown what I say
Thick like brain, fog,
that god awful song,
it rings through my head, all life long
But I won’t give in, no I won’t give in
The grip loosens up,
I finally feel, real love…
Now nothing could matter, as much as us.
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Wait. (for Dad)
02:25
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Zalokosta
01:49
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Never Again (or again)
00:46
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