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Fleeting Not Filling
04:17
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You Own Black
03:33
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The picture of the groomsman and you.
You look so beautiful.
Where did that look go?
Was I something you outgrew?
Nobody looks better in black.
You own and exude the elegance it deserves.
Your hand around my back.
The smiles on our faces seemed so true.
The corsage and the jewels.
I thought we were next and I thought you did to
Nobody calms me down.
Nobody fills me full.
No one could’ve taken that away but you.
The picture of the groomsman and you.
You look so beautiful.
Should I have asked for your hand?
Would you have seen me through?
You own black.
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3. |
Warmer Winter
05:31
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Just as you pass to the back of my mind.
And the booze begins to kick in.
The sight of you brings to the front.
Sobered by reality and stumbling drunk with hurt.
Is that the one that’s taken my place./
I wonder/ as you distracted eyes gaze.
Did I really fall from your heart that fast?
And what would it take to get it back?
Is it true?
Did you give me up for a warmer winter?
Everyone here is attractive.
But no one holds my attention but you.
I’m sure I’ll end up calling you from the cold.
So do just this one favor for me.
As you’re warm in the arm of your new life.
Try and remember what we used to be. Is it true?
Did you give me up for a warmer winter?
Everyone here is attractive.
But no one holds my attention but you.
Is it true?
Did you give me up for a warmer winter?
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4. |
Forget Again
05:05
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I’m having a hard time sleeping in our bed.
I try to avoid it whenever I can.
It reminds me of how much I miss.
Holding your head against my chest.
But as you’d fall asleep in the end I’d slip into a sea of unrest.
So I’ll spend my nights somewhere else and fail trying to forget again.
Four glasses on the table.
Watch which one disappears the fastest.
It’s the one with worn out eyes and the tangled hair.
It’s my turn today to drink everything away.
But tomorrow’s a different day and the thirst may just sway,
Into someone else’s mouth.
Into someone else’s out.
And they’ll fail trying.
One of us may burn out and the rest may starve.
And beware the bastard who would try and dismantle our new start.
It’s time to take that chance again.
I’m setting up to take my guards away.
I’m going to take my hands away from my head.
And try to forget again.
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5. |
As/Is
03:18
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Discussing the move.
Counting the days.
You’re disgusted with this place.
Where’s the escape?
Are you covering your tracks?
Did you know that I would follow?
I can live with yes or no.
It’s your indifference that’s so painful.
I’ll lie to myself for hopeI’m sure to be left and sold.
As/is along with your wardrobe.
Beside your affection.
What you want for your future is clear.
But do you want me to be there?
So you will have less to move.
Is that all that I will prove to be.
I’ll be left alone
Unsold as/is.
Along with your baggage.
What you want for your future is clear.
But do you want me to be there?
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6. |
Morning
05:36
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Without the good-bye kiss and I love you in the morning.
Finally managed to put a smile on your face again.
After what seemed like years I’ve decided.
To let go as much as distance and my thoughts will allow.
Gotten right back into your daily routine.
No lost sleep or eyes that hang black.
It’s a little late for friends.
And I’m too rooted in you to be enemies
I must’ve meant nothing to you.
Was I just something to do.
So do me the favor of acting consistent.
So I can hate you for a while and then be done with it.
But what was disgust on your face.
Turned into a cold handshake and one more for old times sake.
Couldn’t say a word when it mattered.
So why now in the end.
Do you have so much to laugh and chat about again.
Without the good-bye kiss and I love you in the morning.
Finally managed to put a smile on your face again.
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7. |
The Move
04:26
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This will all come out in a mess.
And you deserve better.
But so did I dear.
I didn’t look past you.
I looked directly at you.
When did you start to see past me?
You could’ve told me about the weight.
You could’ve told me what you hated.
I should’ve told you that before.
I didn’t look past you.
I looked directly at you.
When did you start to see past me?
When did the big move become alone?
Why did you stop trying?
I never gave up on you.
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8. |
Wardrobe
03:15
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You’re all lipstick.
You’re all eyeliner.
You’re always dying your hair when the roots begin to show.
You’re always business.
You’re always to the point.
What was with taking our time?
We had plenty when we wanted it.
You’re all quiet or a one word answer.
So I prod and I beg so strained and unnaturally.
You’re all dressed up
You’re all beautiful and bound to me.
If that makes things worth your time then I’m out of the question.
You used to be so casual.
Now you’re changing like your clothes.
Do I just equal up to a new piece of your wardrobe?
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9. |
Whiskers
06:15
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Your short uptightness.
Your crooked vices.
Your manners gone to hell
Your empty pockets.
Your worn thin sockets and a drink to close the deal.
The gruffness and the gracelessness.
That soon may affect my step.
Wrinkled shirts and dirty words.
And one pair of navy pant.
When did all these whiskers appear?
Cause I’m looking at my father in the mirror.
Hidden X’s and O’s are as close
To I love you as you may ever get.
The hand gripped on it’s routine.
The baby child the boy run wild backward in manhood.
Makes no difference how I try to cover.
His better halves half is my other.
I laugh it off.
Now it seems so near.
When did all these whiskers appear?
Cause I’m looking at my father in the mirror.
Hands through my head of thinning hair.
Cause I’m looking at my father in the mirror.
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10. |
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There is no reasonable pace.
Someone’s always faster to the prize.
I know I’ll never catch up but I’ll give chase.
Though I’m not sure what the race is for.
I did not slow down.
A herd is passing my side.
Younger and stronger with less connections that bind.
I know I’ll never catch up but I’ll give chase.
Though I’m not sure what the race is for.
Don’t tease me.
Don’t call on me.
Don’t tempt me without hope.
Say no if you mean it.
Then I’ll know it’s time to move on.
I’m bound on my feet or one my face.
A steady pace or a dead weight.
The willingness to move on.
Or the fear of being forgotten.
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11. |
Sound
03:48
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I haven’t slept.
My body’s in slow-mo.
My face is wet drenched with sulk and sweat.
I’m bored sitting on the floor.
Mulling it over.
It’s time to open the shades.
Bathe my pale skin in the sun.
I’ve hiding from for so long.
Got my eye on a smile.
Saving up now for a while.
Seems everything is up in the air again.
The big move.
The big uproot.
Big deal.
Let it rest.
Timing comes on it’s own terms about what holds concerns.
I don’t care.
Today I’m feeling sound.
Let’s go have a hoot.
I don’t care if I get shot down.
Today I’m feeling sound.
It’s time to open the shades.
Bathe my pale skin in the sun.
I’ve hiding from for so long.
Got my eye on a smile.
Saving up now for a while.
I don’t care.
Today I’m feeling sound.
Let’s go have a hoot.
I don’t care if I get shot down.
Today I’m feeling sound.
Sound.
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12. |
One Less Ruth
02:05
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