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WWWWWH
03:16
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Who will be the one to break the silence
Finally ending this stalemate
I know you never meant to do this
But now we’ve got some moves to make
What do you think was the cause of it?
Was it something I did or said?
Did you drift away without noticing it?
I noticed it, I did…
Not asking for apologies
Not asking for atonement
Just asking for you to tell me
If you’re in or out
If you’re in or out
Where do you think we fell off?
Is it something we can even trace?
Haven’t seen you in so many months
Will I forget your face?
Not asking for apologies
Not asking for atonement
Just asking for you to tell me
If you’re in or out
If you’re in or out
When will we reconnect
When will we make it back
When will we find the thread
When we will put this to bed
Why did this happen?
And how did we let it happen?
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2. |
Meshes of the Morning
07:35
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I awoke in the middle of the morning
In an unfamiliar bed
I had things to do that day
That wouldn’t give a damn
About the night I had
I thought about calling you
But then I thought again
Instead I laid in silence
At a loss for what to do next
Looking into the mirror across the room
I saw something wilting where there had once been blooms
I hoisted my body to its feet
This is what it means:
What I’ve sewn I reap
I heard her waking in the next room
She didn’t want to bother me
I poked my head out just to say good morning
She offered me breakfast
And a cup of coffee
I thought about calling you
But then I thought again
It wasn’t up to me
It’s in your hands
Looking into the mirror across the room
I saw something wilting where there once had been blooms
I hoisted my body to its feet
This is what it means:
What I’ve sewn I reap
This is what it means:
What I’ve sewn I reap
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3. |
The Old Times
04:36
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Oh, why would I
Want to go back in time?
But oh boy do I
Want to go back in time
Go back through years long gone
With fresher eyes
See what I couldn’t see
New skills of mine
Could help me remedy
All the things I’ve done wrong
How do I get back the time that’s gone?
The old times
The old times
What I wouldn’t give
To have a chance to live
How I ought to have lived
Why would someone
Want to retread?
Their own history
Isn’t it long dead?
Or is there something else to find?
A new angle on a fucked up time?
The old times
The old times
Sometimes I just want to go back
So I can take another crack
Maybe get it right this time
In my dreams I can see it:
A better version of everything
I yank at the sleeve of it
But it disappears by morning
The old times
Maybe it’s fruitless to pine
For what I should just leave behind
Me
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4. |
Room
03:48
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Are we so intimately attached?
Do we have our own language?
Colloquialisms
Glances mean something
Can you assuage my sadness?
Sometimes I think you’re the only one who can
I used to tug at your memory
Didn’t know it would so soon be in the past
Are we so intimately detached?
Did we forget our language?
Our traditions?
On the couch watching television
Watching all seven seasons again
Talking about that record on your shelf
I used to tug at your memory
Didn’t know that I was tugging by myself
Now there’s another man
(Now he's the lucky one)
To occupy your time
To take up space in your heart
To take up space in your mind
(Isn't he?)
I know there’s room for two
But I’m not sure if you do
Can you assuage my sadness?
Sometimes I think you’re the only one who can
I used to tug at your memory
Didn’t know it was with more of a clinging hand
I know there’s room for two
Do you?
Do you?
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5. |
Tailspin
03:58
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I know I have not been as good
As I should have been and as I could
I know I’ve been dimming our days
With my bullshit, causing you pain
I know there must be another path
Why’d I have to walk with my hands behind my back
I did it to myself
Caused this unfurling
Of my mental health
And sent you hurdling
Into a tailspin
For the ages
Making you question
All your choices
There must be an answer to this puzzle
I can only take so many more hurdles
I love you more and more with each passing day
I wish I could say that you would say the same
I don’t want to burden
You with anymore weight
The load is leaden
It’s a lot to take
I’m staking out
A spot to land
Tell me it won’t be without
Your glowing hand
I know you didn’t
Have this in mind
To be honest
Neither did I
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6. |
Swimming
05:40
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We burn, we’re burning
Smoldering ash in the fire
Consuming everything
Expelling smoke as we expire
Don’t get ahead of yourself
Rein in rash decisions
Think twice
I’m begging
I know
It’s hard
To let go
But let go
We die, we’re dying
In our waking lives and in dreams
Waking dreams carry me out
To a beautiful and peaceful sea
But I shouldn’t get ahead of myself
‘Cause without you there, too
I’m just
Swimming
I know
It’s hard
To let go
But let go
I’m sorry I
Kicked out
The streetlights
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7. |
Life in the Belly
05:10
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It was me who let the beast inside
Didn’t even have to break down the door
Strutting in under fluorescent lights
You and I hiding out
On opposite sides of the house
We killed that motherfucker where he stood
Bled him out til he was nothing
Took a lot longer than we thought it would
He took up half the space
Walls crumbling by his face
We crawled inside and made a home
Ceilings and walls - skin stretched on bone
The light from the tv glows from without
We can just barely make the voices out
But is this new dwelling built to last?
It’s warm and quiet in here
I’m under no illusions about my past
It won’t simply be absolved
But maybe it can be resolved
We sleep inside now, side by side
Huddled in the belly near the spine
A makeshift bed; made peace from disaster
Stay in my arms a little longer
Can we stay here now, in the after time
You and I hiding out
Together
Together
It’s not so bad here
Sometimes you even forget
But then there you are
Surrounded by
Soured organs
Injured, but still warm
And florid
We sleep inside now, side by side
Huddled in the belly near the spine
A makeshift bed; made peace from disaster
Stay in my arms a little longer
Would you stay in my arms a little longer?
Would you stay in my arms a little longer?
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8. |
Thirteen Ways of Looking
04:28
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I.
Two men, standing
Arms around each other’s
Legs around each other’s
Looking, wondering, considering
II.
Two lines, meeting
Corresponding to
The other’s distance
And angle
III.
Water, skin
Hair, and nails
Molecules that wound up here
At this very point
Somehow
IV.
Boys in love
V.
Thick-and-thinners
Though recently it’s
Gotten thicker
What to do, what to do
VI.
A blackbird crowing
And a field mouse staring
Which is which
Which is which which is which
VII.
Snow falls slanted
And the ice grows like
Hydrangeas ‘round here
Can it be just be clear
VIII.
One man firm and
The other one wasting
Decay is taking
IX.
Men in love
X.
A plea for forgiveness
Manifested in
The skin of the night
Under the gaze of night
XI.
Symbiotes
In broken tandem
Regaining the step
One step at a time
XII.
Two men, standing
Arms around each other’s
Legs around each other’s
Smiling, healing
XIII.
Together
Together
Together
Together
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I heard all the warnings
And I chose to ignore them
How could I be so stupid?
I think I left a window open
I left a window open
And it ruined everything we owned
I hope you'll forgive me
I still want this to be our home
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10. |
Heart of a Dog
03:17
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You have a magic charm
I don’t speak your language
You’ve got more love in your left eye
Than in half of civilization
Do you know your way home?
Do you know your own place?
Anywhere we go
Well there it is
When you say good morning
In your tiniest voice
I stay behind, locked in there
As if I’d ever need a choice
Do you know how profound
Your impact is on me?
Anywhere you go
Well there I’ll be
Well there I’ll be
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