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Sad Endings!
01:01
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lonely,
a brown paper bag for this whole week,
navy blue jeans, and i'm hoping
that things will get better
my holiday weather
let's build some walls around you and go home
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Alicia
03:27
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the queen of tangled tattoos
they dance all over you
i'd like to be where you sleep
wrapped in your sheets
run hands down your side
trace your designs, leave some of mine
drifting through the veins I drew
drifting through my ink to you
i'm a pretender in a foreign tongue to them
no me dejes like this, cold war kiss again
t-shirt and jeans
modern art hangs
in your coffee shop dreams
t-shirt and jeans
kneeling to pray
you're the saint of turbulent peace
a little brass cross eyes me above the washer
by photos of your mother
and your cigarette smell still lingers on
let's lay down and float
in your cotton sea, drown me in sheets
drifting through the veins I drew
drifting through my ink to you
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Passionfruit
03:30
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your brown eyes are little coffee mugs
porcelain white rims, red lipstick marks
from when we sat in the dark as they landed on Mars
you left your passionfruit chapstick in the back of my car
just say
you build your walls up all around me
you are broken you are lonely but it's okay
hey guilty conscience
forget him on the bed in your apartment
turn his pictures upside down, leave your closest inside out
oh guilty conscience let's explore let's just play around
you crave the touch of glassware and ashes
your foundation breaks down
your make-up’s your mask and
held hands at the park, grass stains and frantic missed calls
you left your passionfruit chapstick in the back of my car
i am the carbon in the atmosphere
i am a burden you do not want me here
this is staring at ceilings
perpetual healing
but I won’t let you go
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21st St
03:44
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i cut my teeth on childhood superstitions
but they say these types of things are what you make them
so if you've made your calls
i'm better off alone
in untrimmed grass and concrete cracks
the kind of place you'd drive right past
driving at 4 by 6 we're craving more
low eyes, tree lines
neon signs left me behind
these bones water their lawn thursday morning at dawn
and i pay a grip for a room to get along
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