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Not Really, But Okay
03:27
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Crossing lines and taking mine, a trick I’ve faced the second time. Were you lonely in your city?
And I digressed what’s on my chest, for it’s not my life; it’s not my mess, and I truly hope you’re happy.
I know I said that I don’t mind, but what else could I say with news of your father.
And Jake, I never saw you moving in at all. I’m trusting in a large part and a skeptic small. I never thought you’d take things this far.
And I’m naive more than a little bit, but I would call it a good trait not to question my friends when they’re walking boundaries they should know better.
And if you think that I don’t mind, I wish I didn’t, but you’re there while I sleep.
I try to smile, maybe laugh of things I long left in the past and mean to leave there.
A single time was not enough? I can’t get why you would relive this for me, brother.
The case is different, yeah; I needed her out. I was suffocating in my own house, but now I’m lonely in my city.
I’m simply jealous; yeah, I’ll give you that, but I depend on friends to cease my looking back, and you’ve gone out of your way this time.
It’s hard enough to move forward without reminders of what I still lack inside.
Was there no one else?
If it means that much to you…
If she meant that much to you, then take this light from my city.
You should have called. (You could have called)
You should know I would have listened.
I’ve still the ear to hear you; you’re my brother.
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The human mind’s a leery thing, determined thoughts, controlling dreams, and always looking for a fault in harmony.
And some will find it in the world, a cause to blame, a petty quarrel, but you, you keep your fingers tucked but never clean.
And the the traces and evidence that you try to conceal, I still find.
And I knew you were sick, and it’s been making me sick this whole time.
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, my only girl.
Won’t you know?
Could you let all your vices defeat?
Cause I can’t fucking stand to watch you bleed.
I ache for any words at all to pick you up from where I was not too long ago.
No medicines, no monthly talks can force your change of outlook or make you understand…
Could you love you? Could you love you for me?
It was in you all along.
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Turtle Dove
03:51
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I felt abandoned seven years ago while I stayed at home and abandoned you.
I had a life, so why’d I have to live? So I kept stiff and laid the blame on you.
But I figured out while you were hanging in the spotlight, we’d taken shelter under breaking skin.
I moved out while you were staring at the headlights and found the will to start over again.
(Though they scoff, I’m better off.)
You’re alone again. You’re alone again, and you wonder why.
You’re impossible. You’re impossible with your regimen.
And all the things you have, they surely do seem grand while I scrounge in debt on what I can.
It’s wonderful you’re feeling better in your skin. I should know with the wreck I am.
But I feel strong; I got people I can trust now. I’m finding wealth amongst disparity.
It takes a patient hand to find time worth investing, one not too proud to take a voucher from me.
(When you go, you should know…)
You could call this a guilt trip. Another feather on your day, and I finally have it, have it in my chest to convey
An eye for an eye and an arm for an arm. A truce, a promise, a pact like a dove’s bond.
but i understand this indifference in hospitality has kept you self-righteous.
and I still believe, still believe in the weight of all the time we spent.
(Fight for it. You know you ought to, and you know there’s something better.
Die for it. We used to live to. I just want you to be happier. You could be happier.)
A window rises where I ought to speak. I see my chances but instead I bite my nails til they’ve started bleeding; bite my tongue like I want to eat it.
A strong divide while I was merging in. Though you’re a stone on your bedspread, I just thought you’d go for somewhere safer. I just wanted to return the favor.
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4. |
Okay and Okay
03:03
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