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oil spill
02:53
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sunlight is lace today
flickers on your face i say
"please don't leave me"
please don't leave
staring into painted skies
oil spills in rainy eyes
baby why do you cry?
baby please don't cry
bathing hazy streetlamp glow
stifled words and slick rainbows
i just want to see
please just let me see
foggy window afternoon
locked inside this self made room
i'm comin home real soon
i will be home soon
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i don't concern myself with other people
or at least that's what i want you to think
it's true i tried to be you
cuz i've given up and failed at being me
there's me
speaking someone else's mind at some party
laughing nervously
wishin was all in my head
cuz it's utterly absurd those things i've said
and yet
if i were who
that is if i were you
i'd think it strange
well maybe that's just something
i can't change
i write myself some postcards in my bed
signed with names from books i've never ever read
they said
i'm in assembly
and i'm dying to get out of here and be
be me
clean any tracks or traces of my trail
cuz i don't want anybody on my tail
imperatively sneaky
cuz i'm always just one step behind me
oh why
if i could be
anybody body but me
i'd be them all
and that is what appears to be my
downfall
trying failing every single day
gotten used to life that way
keeping tabs on everyone i see
they aren't keeping tabs on me
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dreamtapes
04:51
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perfect tiny hands
grow to pick themselves
i'm a raggedy ann mama said that i was a
messy girl
crooked teeth and plastic bows
tucked into too tight clothes
baby pink blues
i saw right through you then
you close your eyes
and see it bloom
from the dust of this timeworn room
hold it close but it is gone too soon
you will fade from the inbetween
roll credits and the end
choking on the eyes
of boys who should know better
the feel of their skin on the palm of your hand is
absentminded
if there's love how can you find it?
put on a dreamtape, then rewind it
and close your eyes
and see it bloom
from the dust of this timeworn room
hold it close but it is gone too soon
you will fade from the inbetween
roll credits and the end
your pink is darker now
but boys never do (k)no(w) better
and a rusty junkyard of blurry moments
melts away
when you close your eyes
and see it bloom
from the dust of this timeworn room
hold it close but it is gone too soon
you will fade from the end between
roll credits and the end
if there's love how can you find it?
put on a dreamtape, then rewind it
(close your eyes)
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