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Books
02:52
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I don't mind if you're just as cynical as me. I've got a lot of books; books I will never read. They're on a shelf in my bedroom. We lay there listlessly. You've got a lot of nerve to try and stir up the pot with that smoking gun you've been wielding and shooting aimlessly. I don't mind if you're just as cynical as me. I don't mind if you fucking hate me. I don't mind if you're lying, just sing me back to sleep. I don't mind. It seemed so much easier back when everything was fine. I see shit more clearly now that I'm out of my mind.
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Fold
02:03
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I was out of my head, you were out of my mind. I was running along, you were lagging behind. I wish you'd fall on your face, land on the tip of your nose, and laugh as it leaks out of you as if I'd already known. I already know. It's like I said, "I gotta reach you," but I don't know why the fuck I try. Kinda like when I explained "I kinda like what's in my brain." Kinda like when we'd perspire. Kinda hope we fucking die. Kinda like an empty bag. Kinda just a fucking drag. Kinda like the lies we told; "fade into you" or fucking fold.
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The Bake
03:13
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Sit and you wait as you ash on the floor and we lay in the bake wondering what it's for. I think I liked it better when you said "it's something to get used to." I think I liked you better when I thought this was something I'd be into. So you think "what the fuck?" as the questions come up but I don't make a sound. I just think of all the shit that you've been stirring on your side of town. Wait, what'd you say? Come on back, lay on down, but when I don't get up, walk on out. Leave me bound. I think I liked it better when you said "it's something to get used to." I think I liked you better when I thought this was something I'd be into. Now the sound's getting wetter and my head's got a swelling. You're reduced to just an unsigned letter from a friend I was hardly introduced to. "Hey, I never said I could make you feel safe. I never said that I wouldn't run away." You're the reason I don't sleep. Wait, never thought for a minute that you'd stay even if you felt like you're the sun. You're the reason that I bake.
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Maybe a Meteorite
02:58
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Maybe a meteorite will be the downfall of us all. Maybe a satellite will tell us everything I've done. Maybe a sour thought will turn you off for good. Maybe a throw of dice puts me onto you. Dinosaurs will die, and so will I, and so will you, and so will they. Take me down.
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Half smoked cigarettes adorn the outside of the funeral home. Wonder who will pick them up and throw you away. It won't bother me until you die, and even then who cares? Wonder what happens to the clothes. Who takes possession of the note? Wonder what the kids will say? Who cares anyway?
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