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Rosewater
04:25
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Sending postcards
To all my friends
Say I’m okay, I’ve grown
But it’s more for me than them
Cause I don’t really care what they think
How could they understand the position that we’re in?
Memories of old time’s comfort shows
And night time walks with the dog in the dark in the winter
I know it’s not enough
But I’ve been looking for a place we both could live
Somewhere really nice where the rent is cheap
Or we could sleep on the floor and keep our shit in boxes
I could sell my guitar in favor of an apartment
Unpack everything in little piles of the past
And start sorting it out
Teach me the art of moving on
I need some help to make it
Cause I don’t see me walking out on my own
Your scent in sheets you’ve never slept
Rosewater, peach perfume and
Deathlike silence echoing my calls
Slow burn morning, at your best
Sun flower-patterned summer dress and
All worn out in natural light
Wrapped around me from the back of the bike
It’s a faded image caught in black and white
I’ve been meaning to ask if I remember it right
When I say it’s the same dress that I met you in
So many years ago
Teach me the art of moving on
I need some help to make it
Cause I can’t see me walking out on my own
Your scent in sheets you’ve never slept
Rosewater, peach perfume and
Deathlike silence echoing my calls
I passed the boardwalk by myself
It’s not the same without you around
I dread the thought of passing the
Train station parking lot
The last place I saw you alive
I’m writing postcards to our friends
Saying I can’t express how sorry I am
It’s a letter I shouldn’t have to send
I’m in my best suit picking flowers for you
And I
Don’t dare to sleep anymore
I see you there on the balcony
Holding my drink for me
Waking up and I’m alone
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Last of Spring
03:08
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I woke up first on the first of spring
How long we slept, I can’t remember
I never wake up first, I’m always sleeping in
You’re always out of bed, rumbling around in the kitchen
But not today
There’s a quiet hiss from the pipes and the shower drain
It’s all clogged up again
Your face flickers in the light coming through the leafed treetops across the lane
It’s looking just the same
As if going to bed changes anything
I listen to you breathe
I try to read your mind just like I used to
Can’t go back to sleep
So I just lay awake
Eyes fixed on you
When did it start to hurt?
What are we doing to each other?
I guess we’ll never learn
We were born to be young but we are aging fast
We keep spending our nights like this
Like it’s nothing more than a groove
If I pick up another shift if we keep talking this shit through
I think you made me understand that it’s not about just giving up
Because another 9-5 won’t fucking fix what’s wrong with us
What’s wrong with us?
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