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ROSES
03:34
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Dazed and in a pair of arms too familiar to be anyone's but my own
Davey speaks across the hallway to my mother in a different room
Roses in our dinner, roses in our heads again
Follow me into the river, finally we're alone
Unsure of consequences my actions slip out around misguided thoughts and selfish ideas
Contemplating mortal spirits I sit and wait in anhedonia
Tongue tired painting nails I've bitten again despite your warnings of boredom
I see myself knee deep in the ocean
I'm sorry if I leave you
Always waiting
Roses in our dinner, roses in our heads again
Nothing sounds more like love then crying in a restaurant with the same pair of eyes looking back at you
Coming home to you I follow you far past the last tram stop to roses in our dinner, to roses in our heads again
I see myself knee deep in the ocean
I see myself far away from here
I'm sorry if I leave you
I'm sorry if I leave you or if I stick around
Use me up
Feast on my bones and my flesh
Kill me quicker
You'll be sicker
Roses in our dinner, roses in our heads again
Wait until it's over, tell me I'll be there again
Unsure of consequences my actions slip out around misguided thoughts and selfish ideas
Longing for and missing are different, instincts are there for a reason
Contemplating mortal spirits I sit and wait in anhedonia
Hating myself and wondering why I'm different in ways I've lost my mind before
I'm heeding the feeling I'm pleading for reasons to tell myself that I'm happy or normal or coping or breathing in some way I've seen and been fearing I'm nearing I'm hearing it's over
I see myself knee deep in the ocean
I see myself far away from here
Less connected and drifting apart
Is our fate to be locked apart
I'm sorry if I leave you
I'm sorry if I leave you
Let me get drop my cigarette high every fucking night
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Hey Sad, I'm Dad
02:41
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Yeah I taste like I'm new
But I break just like old
I wish that my hours of peeling were so fruitful
But my only horrifying discovery is that teeth bite back
And that people's innermost secrets are just that
There is no mystery to be solved
And you can never truly know anyone
But I keep peeling and finding sharp teeth and getting hurt and grabbing another ripe from the tree
And I peel and I peel and I peel
I'm feeling again
Like I need to sleep for a thousand years
I thought maybe I'd feel new, maybe I'd feel different, like the face in the mirror would be of a stranger so I'd never have to pass by my same mistakes again
But all that's different is my reflection and the way I look at things of the past
This hatred is a disguise but who am I hiding from if not myself?
I wish I could know what's inside people's minds and I do, more than most, but a lot of the time I feel like Pi when he finds the island with fruit only to make the horrifying discovery of a human tooth within
Hard to break, unknowable
I'm feeling again like I need to sleep for a thousand years
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