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Half Bath
04:38
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Head on the ceiling
Pretend it's the real thing
But I can say no to this warm fuzzy feeling
I have
Peeling the wallpaper off with my head
Draining my stomach of things that I've read
Feet touching barely
Heights never scared me
If you ever beat me I'd let you win fairly
And I'm not gonna walk there because it's too cold
Empty my legs of the things I've been told
And I just let gravity
Do what it wants with me
I thought I had to
I always had you
But now there's a list that I probably won't add to
And I wish I can stay like this more of the time
Stuff up my ears with the things that I find
But I just let gravity
Do what it wants with me
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You Are Being Recorded
03:46
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What did I say?
I'm afraid of things I said and things I made up
I have never heard the weight of conversation
I'm not saying I'm afraid to hear you clearly
I'm afraid that you will hear me
I'm ashamed to listen to the audio that we're receiving
I wonder if it hears my scratching pen
I'm sitting with my legs shut, small as I can
Have I lost it completely in orbit?
Humanity is fucking weird
Don't let it sour my existence
Have I gone too far, can I resist it?
Reel me in with the gadgetry
Then I'll give up every private thing
Cry and spill milk
Eat your heart out
Your mouth to God's ears
Cry and spill milk
Mouth to God's ears
Mouth to God's ears
Milk in God's ears
Heart-spilling mouth
Eat till you cry
Eat till you cry
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I can't tell my left from right
And I can't tell my up from down
And I can't tell my day from night
Now that you're on the other side
I can't tell my left from right
Now that you've turned in for the night
I can't tell my left from right
Every morning I wait till night
When I can't tell my left from right
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Robots can't talk like you used to
And I couldn't save you but they can and they do
A handful of science
A glass of the difference
The patience to talk like I used to
The idiot talks like I still do
I'd do it again if you wanted me to
I'd take up the chance in a heartbeat
I could make guns with my fingers
But I'd only laugh when the right things come out
And people would know what I'm laughing about
You'd say the old things
The first ones
The dumb ones
Just distance and violence
Saliva and music
With teeth in the orchestra
Pull back the camera to wideness and silence
Confusion inside them
A two dot horizon
Two specks who are fighting
But one only talks like he used to
And one only talks when she wants to
If you're safe I'm sorry
You love them, you are one
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Powdered Soap
04:31
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Look me in the eyes and tell me why you're crying
You'll let me continue till I've said what I want to
Look me in the eyes and spill me on the highway
Cuz I am not your landfill
Our traffic's at a standstill
So if you don't know ask me why you are always crashing
I am high above you
I do this cuz I love you
I do because I love you
Look me in the eyes when I am fucking speaking
You'll let me continue till you say I forgive you
Look me in the eyes and give me to your children
One day when you're above them, you'll be me if you love them
Tell me that you're sorry
Tell me I was right to come down from above you
I do this cuz I love you
I do it cuz I love you
I do because I love you
I do because I love you
I do because I love you
I am not around to give you reasons to feel disrespected you and I are the pig guts on the interstate and when I am older I'll be just like you I am the organs that were once in a truck but are now on the highway and when I am older I will want someone to clean that shit up because you treat me like your own personal landfill to you I am pig guts on the interstate and when I am older I will want that shit cleaned up to you I am insides of an animal spilled across the parkway and when I have kids I will be just like you and they will want me spilled on the road too. I am not unreasonable do not make me sound unreasonable this is what a man who gives a shit looks like without me you would be miserable look what I do for you look me in the eyes when I am talking you don't see me breaking contact for you why are you crying I won't continue until you stop this will continue until you stop this will continue until I have said what I want to and I will not speak over your tears
Pour me out
Clean me up
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If I got the chance to kill you I could
Put a bullet in your lungs
Blow your knees out where you stood
But if I cut off your head
You'd just run around in mine forever
It would be so easy, I'd think
Tie your arms up in a knot
Toss you in and let you sink
But if I peeled back your skin
How could I hide in mine?
I'd like to see you look surprised
Pretty hands are shaking
Irises are black and white
I want to see the blood and the vomit
From your eyes
From your eyes
From your eyes
But if I burned down your bones
You'd be the ash that fills my throat and chokes me
You couldn't outrun me in those
You'd trip and fall down once your feet are full of holes
But if I stuffed your sleep with a pillow
You wouldn't get to miss me
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Machine Learning
03:54
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Hey neighbor, how've you been?
Remember the time I almost killed you?
Scared to be your muse
But i will bring you down too
Do you section off the parts of your brain
The ones that cause you pain
The way that I do?
I heard you once before
You said you'd do it again
Thoughts are fleeting but you wrote it down
And i hear it over and over again.
You're good at playing pretend
Great at putting distance between yourself and what you'd rather forget
How do you do it?
What's your secret?
You have so much to say
I'd hate to hear it all
You're talking to a wall
Hey neighbor, how've you been?
Remember the time I almost killed you?
Scared to be your muse
But i will bring you down too
I remind you of the bad times
You remind me of the good
You aren't wrapped around my thumb
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8. |
Now I Wear Your Laundry
08:40
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Was that the bottom of the hole or something?
You were there too
Did someone pull me out with a rope or something?
Why didn't you?
Why didn't you?
But you still hang around like a coat I can't put on
It's too hot for summer
But the pockets smell like you
And full of holes
With arms too short to cover your hands
I've been too long in conversation with someone I love
Found myself saying things I didn't think of
Your roommate told me you were drumming with your hands
You were drumming with your hands
I fucking do that
I'm the one who does that
Moment of silence
It's my thing that's mine and don't do it
But you told me that all you want is to milk this fucking friendship while you can
And how I don't know how to care about my friends
What the hell was that?
I'll always be a little piece of the last person I talked to
And it's not fair because the last person I was inside of was you
So who am I really if not you?
And who will I see when you rub off on someone new?
What will you leave behind?
Who can you be if not mine?
What is she looking at when the movie thinks we're dumb?
Don't put that in your mouth
You don't know where it's been or where it's from
She thinks I'm funny
But I don't know where I got that
She thinks it's me
But I don't know where I come from
I'm on your shoulders
But I don't know how I got here
I'm full of people
Where the fuck did I get them?
I guess the only consolation is I don't look a thing like you
But give me 10 more years and this article says that won't be true
And now I wear your laundry
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