1. |
Odds On
04:50
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Turning left on a shoulder
I distance myself from edges of cliffs
Then fall over them
I can’t seem to get used to the thought
If where I am
How I sit
How I should be gone by now
That night you woke me up at 6 o’clock
All the houses stood up sideways
Catching myself in the reflection of a car
Hardly recognized a foreign face
This separation
Cut it out and leave my head alone
Replaying songs in the fall
This old fear of heights
I’m better off without it
I can’t be blinded now
Digging out of snow
I’ll flee
The winter in my head
Somewhere in between
My old thoughts faded
Kept tabs on the things you said you don’t know
Where am I right now
I see my better half in honest days
However few
Pattern time of routine lies in this room
What did I get into
I can’t relate
Nothing has changed
I can’t relate
To you
Anyways
This separation
Cut it out and leave my head alone
Replaying songs in the fall
This old fear of heights
I’m better off without it
I can’t be blinded now
Digging out of snow
Like that matters
The world is spinning contently beneath me
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2. |
Old Tricks
05:04
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Time collared spring
Colourful
The television sings
Tires squeal, I bottom out
In a trance while I wake
Will I say everything that
I intend to say
Knowing me I’ll leave again
Act like I’ve got somewhere else to be
That windows hauling cigarettes
I’m chasing around its smoke
If it rains all night I’ll stay in doors
Watching out
In the corner
I swore I saw you laugh
Don’t think too much about about it
I swore I saw you laugh
Timing will erase
These places I’m still hanging my head in the frame
Tolerance in these days
Patience in the old tricks have now escaped me
If I was open to suggestions
Would things be at all the same
I was hoping to stay this way
Now I Can’t fall asleep without pills
Now life calloused
A record begins to spin
How about
Weeks just don’t make these fault lines invisible
Absolute in days
Lookin up
Looking away
I’m seeing error in the grays
Escape from the fence
Unbreathable
I told it wrong
All this time I wasnt awake
Timing will erase
These places I’m still hanging my head in the frame
Tolerance in these days
Patience in the old tricks have now escaped me
I’m involved in your life
Keep me up
Against an inside of anything
I’m trying to keep my mind
Involved in this
All this time I thought that I would miss
A dull sense of us in the mess
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3. |
Light Leaks
04:07
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Throughout fist fights
Violet light leaks in the road
At the LC on river street
Been staring through a window at the scene
Colours flowing in to my sleep
I fell back into apartments
And spoke in broken English
Almost too fucked up to move
Nothing I did ever worked
If that made a difference to you
I’ve been trying to focus
Following leaves
I can’t concentrate on anything
Throughout fist fights
Violet light leaks in the road
At the Lc on river street
Been staring through a window at the scene
Colours flowing out of my sleep
My legs are dissolving
I’ve been frequenting things
My gut says the night was wrong
Falling off
Nothing I tried to do was changing that
A busy life
Tired eyes
Sounds from your standard transmission
I guess we moved away
I guess we filled gaps
I guess we made amends from ends
You were all legs
Collar bones a bottle of anything
Let’s move away
Away from here and bottle everything up
I lay my head
I lay my head
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4. |
Jasper
03:58
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early snow in corduroy i find
what you really think of me
all i really wanted was a dream like yours
something other than the fridge
to lean on
stuck in place
in which you had once knew
a melody enclosed in those jaws
i don't think ill be around when
you get up to
hide the keys and i will try to find them
finding out im fine now
jonesing animate my whole life feels
as if it has been
laid out in front of me
icy violence
towards the interstate
the infinite stones in the street
i can not skate, barricading
so many stones in the concrete
a last minute plan
colour out of the shade
promising not promising
falling over again
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5. |
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When I
Detach from things
Driving around staring at a flask
I see the danger behind my eyes
Never coming back
I woke up
I went out
reached for her keys in my jacket
July yawns onto Arnold Ave
Winds through the things I don’t notice
But in weeks my life was a sad song Staring at an empty street
Teething and thinning then giving up
To less than a boring city
Everything I write shows in my face
A cop light reflects off a car door
I see where you want me to be
That leaking bottle of Irish
It’s myself against
myself again
But in weeks my life was a sad song staring at an empty street
fleeting then thinning and giving up
To less than a boring city
Everything I write shows in my face
A cop light reflects off of a car door
I see where you want me to be
That leaking bottle of Irish
it’s myself against myself against
Myself again
Myself again
Myself again
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6. |
Mistaken
02:54
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I’m starting to breathe into spaces I used to feel alone
Thinking of the patterns in my life
How I used to spend my time
Wish I could
Slow down for a moment just to breathe into my youth
Am I really at my worst
In the same clothes since yesterday
I think that I have made
A sorry mistake
I’ve ended up in here
To end me up in here
I think that I have made
A sorry mistake
I’ve ended up in here
Ended up in here
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I took a corner far too close for my comfort
See my face in an overhead light
Reverse hours end in spite
The stars all northern tonight
Perfectly docile as I decide
How you are
How you are
How you are when you needed more
Just like me to go and write it off
Things don’t feel the same way they did
When we both used to talk
I thought about it for a second for too long
Slow trains passing through New Orleans
You woke up to wind outside
Too much of anything
Too much of anything’s too much
Believe anything that you want to hear
That’s just how you work now
Expect me to leave when I’m out of beer
A mess in these clothes
I went off about that
Took things personally
I went off about that
Swapped through faces
I think you avoided more than you led onto
Leave me out
Think about it so much
Wearing me back down against a print off
Floral wall
The radio moans
Mimicking your love
I listen through the wall
I think somethings got a hold on me
Should I leave
Or should I not leave
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