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Apathy/Into Me
02:18
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I don't need it, I'm just greedy. And believe it: It's between them, not me.
So, come see me sometime soon. It could be like... something "new."
I don't mind that we aren't combining like I thought we might. At least there's sighing and bad timing.
Turns out that I'm right.
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thought knot (baseball)
02:02
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You picked me up outside my house and said "it's never been like this, and it will never be like this again."
So twist my arm, another time around really makes me think it might not count, at least until I know it's out of my hands.
Here it comes, all alone, you'd wake up, open room. How it finally felt okay not to be sad. And you said in a voice that made sense "Why can't I? Is it all just the same? Nothing can change your lyfe?"
Ready to speak your mind, but couldn't let it out. His vacant stares and an open mouth sounds like paradise, until listening closer makes him sound dumb.
Somehow he can't sit up in bed without thinking of what was then sliding in next to him. He can't forget.
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We Were Where We Were
03:57
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You were so sad today, hoping quiet times could bring you far away. Instead it seems like you should change yourself into something similar, yet not quite all the same.
Grossly advertise: Starting 10 PM and ending at midnight! Come and see how I'm disguised like I was 33 in 1995.
And having new relations always felt like complicated but necessary pain.
A couple things have happened since you found out that you were trapped here, either way, you know you shouldn't stay.
There's an easy sense of pleasure I get from deleting texts I never sent but felt good about writing anyway.
Made to change.
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A Red Light
03:04
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Dust gets in your hair, sitting out on the stairs.
You're smiling, but not quite right. I've seen that look before, sometimes.
It's okay to tell me how you feel, waiting for a night alone. Circumstance becomes a bedtime novel, folding pages, scenes we've saved.
Ask me to come for you, like last time, to comfort you.
Remind me, what's the phrase that's like "I hoped you wouldn't, but thought you might?"
Remember next time, at least once or twice, to ask me how I've been, you know, and that way, being "back" could go both ways.
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It's Not Hard
02:54
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You gotta say why you stopped by tonight. On your way home now, it didn't feel right.
We're at our half time, but we got plenty more, sweetest couples kissing at the local bar could tell me so.
A simple light bulb.
Ideas full-formed.
Should I wait for something better? Nothing tempts me more.
It's not hard to let a guy know he's been burning all his bridges.
And in the morning, when you're alone, you think it's probably because
you're just doing what you're shown.
Take your face and make it hard to read like mine is, when I find it convenient.
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Back to nights that end with standing outside in the hall.
"I don't know," he barely answered when they asked him who's at fault.
Several times it couldn't make a good impression when he said "I don't need to change the locks, I'll find a new way in instead."
It's not like you couldn't face the way I pointed at sometimes.
Like that, I'm afraid it couldn't change one thing this way.
Wine lips, smoke breath came off your chest, went through my head again.
The first few times made sense back then, just please don't ask me to explain.
When that happens, call me out, I'd like to think I wasn't wrong.
It's always kind of funny to pretend to fix the problem.
I can't say the words, cause that's what information is, trashing groups of documents, never going through that again.
Sunday night came and went again, we'll see next week if it turns out like all the rest, how much longer could it?
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truths truths
02:47
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You wrote a letter from the heart to your face, it said how to escape all those thoughts that you fake a lot. I know it's wrong for me.
And now you say it's all done with.
I can't begin to say the same
I got a letter from a friend yesterday, I opened it up, read it, thew it away.
A bad excuse for how they thought it was because of all the times not a lot happened.
Oh, it's showed, now you know we gotta add you to the photo.
I said not on Auto.
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EASIER Portland, Oregon
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CONTACT:
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