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To Virginia
To bus rides
Nobody's lit up a Fatima since the 80s
But I found a cigarette butt that looked thirty years old
Virginia has me stranded
I can't keep walking these long endless streets
And the creaky bedroom floor keeps me from sleeping
Or maybe it's just too cold
Maybe it's you
I'm going to call it home
Does it even come close?
I know your legs still shake
I know it's been too long
How's this for incomplete?
This half-written script
Left in some taxicab
And I'm contradicting myself again
I promised I wouldn't think this way
New York holds
A discontented communist
A careless vagabond from New Orleans
And a young artist
Selling watercolors
Someday soon, Paris
We'll reminisce about nights like this
The nostalgia of our youth
On the eve of a new year
New York
This American dream of ours
Or at least some room to breathe
(I thought I could let go)
You promised so much
I know your legs still shake
I know it's been too long
How's this for incomplete?
This half-written script
Left in some taxicab
And I'm contradicting myself again
I promised I wouldn't think
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2. |
It Won't Rain Forever
03:29
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To Margaret
To leaving
Silence builds up and covers you whole
Buries you with no hint of light
Does the reflection of your face
Scare you for how much it's changed?
I get why you're running away
You're letting everyone down
And it always rains when you're home
That's why you're running away
Every train passing by is a chance that you miss
And the mirror still reflects an incongruent smile
Forced out of back teeth
I see - I can see why you're running away
Does it rain when you're home?
Will you tell me what the difference is?
When you let your mother cry her tears
In silence
And cursing
Everything she couldn't say
To make the pain go away?
Margaret, why'd you leave?
They need you here
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Permanence
03:28
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To loose ends
To tattoos
To the weight of words
I wonder what, if your eyes avoid mine,
You read instead on my skin, on my sleeve
Do you buy into my pretense?
Or see everything you wish I'd been?
Because all I ever hear
All your eyes scream to my ears
Are the words that broke me in two
"Please don't write about me"
You let it trickle down to my skull
(Unforgiving, you cut the oxygen to my head)
"Why would you write about me?
Your words mean nothing"
I'm trapped in memories of you in the passenger seat
Sundress and the weight of a rose petal in your hand
Tapping melodies, half a measure too quick
To set the pace for my restless spinning
The eternal sunshine of lying awake
For hours, for days
The scope of your unrelenting grip...
How does everything I've dreamed of
Feel like, permanent, on your skin?
"Please don't write about me"
You let it trickle down to my skull
(Cut the oxygen)
"Why would you write about me?
Your words mean nothing"
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4. |
Dry, Dry June
01:11
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To long days
To long drives
To feeling alive
You said you'd never fall asleep if I was at the wheel
But you were exhausted, that day, and I'd never wake you up
So instead I turned the music down low
And listened to the sound of the tires against the concrete
As they shone red under the deadliest summer heat
In tune to your uneven breathing
And my right hand, it pressed, light, against your thigh
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5. |
To Those Concerned
04:04
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To my closest friends
To coffee
To being better
I'm not going to hide it
I can't hide it anymore
We're far too sober to play along
Too sober to hear each other out
There's a reason we never speak up
And why we give up, four days out of seven
To think we promised
In a midnight stupor
This could never
Mean farewell
Cold hands, warm hearts
What's next?
We're falling asleep anyway
Have you left it all behind?
We're only ever getting by
We thought we'd change the world
But we ran out of coffee
And now I'm falling asleep
Slowly but surely
I'm falling asleep
Cold hands, warm hearts
What's next?
We're falling asleep anyway
Have you left it all behind?
We're only ever getting by
You don't let it show but I know you rely on me
You might not notice but I owe just as much to you
There's a million ways this could end
A thousand more we could restart, retrace
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