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fever
02:46
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and you coax me down a couple of notches
and i stare straight through the thick of you
and i'd put it all on paper but i'm much too tired to
and you ask me not to cut you out
it's the first and final thing you've been thinking about
but the problem is i could, i know i could
but i promise not to put myself away
and i promise to do better, someday
so my first resort's a lockout and it happens every time
i name the patterns very clearly as i watch em all unwind
and trace it back to both sides
step out of the spiral and erase the lines
trace it back to both sides
step out of the spiral and erase the lines
but i promise not to put myself away
and i promise to do better, someday
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birthday song
02:12
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i use the words "she's living" loosely, if i ever dare use em at all
and it's a couple laundry lists of things to clutter up your years
and then you can't keep awake, you can't keep up
and it's been a little while since i've been home
and i've been doing lots of things that you can't know
and they say it's getting better long as it's not getting worse
so i'll bury myself in duller things
and i'll call you when i can
and i'll carry my head around these states
give it the run-around
so when sarah asks i shut down, shut down, shut down
so we both get shots
but two in your eyes
just one in my thigh each week gone by
and the source of it all is a messed up vessel
holes in my brain, see no one's safe
and i fall asleep real easy, the same as you
but i've learned to get up
and flowers are all i can ever manage
let's pretend they matter this once
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erasure
01:40
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stuck and bleeding from the moment i get in the door
wiped out from treading light on your feet
i adore them when i can
and endure it as i stand in the middle all the rest of the time
and we can use it as an anchor
or sometimes like a hammer
i can cut myself in two equal pieces, it's fine
you don't think very much of me whenever i do this
unimpressed but i don't see why
and my sentences always end with "nevermind"
and my sentences always end, it's fine, it's fine
caught me screaming bloody murder out at all the local nice guys
gotta learn to be content just to be a girlfriend, right?
you push me around, i push you back then
i say something mean, you lower your head
we sat on your roof, we climbed into bed
we ate on your couch, we stared out and said
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slowing
03:15
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i've been keeping my appointments, i've been diving deep
and when i close my eyes i put myself underneath
i've been stretching out, and i've been confused
and when i close my eyes i put myself back next to you
and you run to meet me from the other side of town
and it's not far but far enough to break a sweat, to turn you red
and i'm channeling most anything
i'm pouring myself out everywhere
i just don't care
and i bend myself in thirds and thirds again
wondering if there's any real space left
i tear my hands red, get delinquent
i'm so unkind
i've done enough, put me to bed
my cells are wrong, get rid of them
i don't know how this happened
i don't know how this happened
and it's a short walk down any time that you'd like
but i bet that you can't come over tonight
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guilt mountain High Falls, New York
i'm pouring myself out everywhere, i just don't care
teamkate@gmail.com
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