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just shy of morning
04:20
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I’ll be the only one chasing those sunsets,
listening for the sun-
It’s hollow grace plunging to the ground!
I’ll be the only one come sundown.
I watch the clouds, all night, drift by on your ceiling by lamplight-
Which window does the sun sneak in by morning?
I sneak out the door,
I’m just shy of morning-
Can you hear me talk in my sleep?
I dream of a sea of trains, in waves, coming and going-
I want to take the plunge, but I’m paralyzed on the platform-
I can’t swim, so I talk myself out of it all night.
Can I know the inside joke?
If I knew the punch line it might not hit me so hard-
Show me the door
in-
Nothing leaves this room till I walk myself out
alone now
sun down
Which window does the sun sneak in by morning?
I sneak out the door,
I’m just shy of morning-
(I want to take the plunge)
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I am watching you walk to your door
and the zero-space of your silhouette reminds me of the night I was told
that the stars we see tonight may be gone but we won’t know
I feel that I am light-years behind
the message still burns clear, there was a blind-spot in my eyes
were my contentment had burnt out, I’d been blind too long a time
I fought and I fought to see
I called and I called you to me
I fought and I fought to see
Tonight I feel delivered from the dark-
If it was blind leading the blind, I was always a foot behind-
but the path ahead is baptized in snow!
My north-star might be gone, but I know where to go-
I am watching you walk to your door
and the zero-space of your silhouette reminds me of the night it was warm
that the star I can’t see tonight may be gone but I’ll always know
that I fought and I fought to see
I called and I called you to me
I fought and I fought to see-
I fought and I fought to see.
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~
00:29
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4. |
pour, poor me
01:58
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Most days my heart is so heavy I drag it behind me
I miss the days when it dragged me around-
Every night, I stand naked at the mirror, reminded I am vulnerable, I can shatter with melted sand
I carry the same weight on my shoulders that I wear on my sleeve
Poor, poor me-
Pour me another drink.
I’ve been shipwrecked in a bottle for weeks
There’s a hole in this boat, can’t displace the fear inside of me
I’m drowning with an anchored heart
The water’s a mirror above me
The water’s a mirror inside of me
I can shatter with melted sand
Shatter the bottle or shatter me instead
Shatter the bottle or shatter me instead
Poor, poor me-
Pour me another drink.
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5. |
little dress
03:56
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What a pretty little dress you wear,
it draws the eye and flatters your figure;
It covers your heart
and the dirty marks you see in the mirror
None of them can see past the lace and plunging neckline
You say it’s all behind you now but it follows like a shadow
You’ve plunged into reasoning
You might not find the bottom
You’ve given up sensibility
And you’re hung up on denial
How many men will remove your little dress
before you realize you’re hiding under a stranger’s naked body?
How many secrets will you let your heart protest
before you finally undress and scrub their fingerprints from your naked body?
They’ll whisper anything you want to hear
They’ll even carry you to bed
They’ll remark, ‘How stunning you are darling-
don’t struggle with your conscience dear, untangle your dress in the morning-‘
What a pretty little dress you wear,
do you have a sense of belonging?
Every time you leave
You leave yourself behind
Your dress is dragging
None of them can see-
past the torn hem and falling sequins
You say it’s all behind you now but it’s dragging like a shadow
You’ve given up on reasoning
You might have found your bottom
You’ve given up sensibility
and you’re hanging up denial
How many men will remove my little dress
before I realize I’m hiding under my faultless body?
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6. |
moth to porchlight
04:41
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I’ve been dry over a year now, I’m trying to get the taste out of my mouth
I want to write a song that pours out like a baptismal fount-
I want my tears to fall like Jericho -walls of rain to the ground-
It will be a wet morning the day I wake to know myself-
There’s a spider on my porchlight always spinning and rebuilding her web;
I know her labor, her ambition, and the wholes she mends-
it’s day-in and day-out trying to fill all the empty space
and eating up the sadness that get’s caught up in it
I keep having a dream I’ve been given a set of keys
I spend my whole life searching, trying to open things-
and when I finally die (alone and unknown and empty)
they string my heart to the keyring and pass me off to some nobody
I wish I only knew kindness, like Faith, the girl I just met-
She only sees good intentions, her expectations are seldom met-
She’s so blinded by the porchlight, she don’t know she’s caught in the web-
She’ll be humbled when it rains to find her wings again re-(damned / damped)-
She’ll be strung up with the keys torn from empty chests-
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