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Christmas
03:15
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I’m meeting your mom on a Thursday
It’s Christmas
She got stuck behind the tracks
She’s waiting for th train to pass
She said she’s running late
I’m on time for the first time in my life
I’m already here
I’ve already lit my candle
There was barely enough space to set it down, on account of all the other candles and ornaments arranged by friends and family prior to my futile little candle
I still pick you flowers, I still buy you candles
They’re just not scented anymore
I would love to just once more get you a nice scented candle
One of those that crackle like firewood
The same kind I got you four Christmases ago
I was never a good gift giver
And for that I’m sorry
I haven’t seen me as complete since the day we both walked out
But burying your ashes in the dirt that summer day fucking broke me
Your mom shows up a few minutes later
It’s cold
The coldest day this year
I’m freezing
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It’s okay
You’re doing your best
And you’re gonna get there
I promise you’re not gonna fall
You’re laying down and I’m right here
It’s gonna be
Fine, I believe you
It’s just funny how it always ends up like this
Don’t you think you could’ve done better without me?
I hate holding you back
When your holding my back
On the second floor
In your one-bedroom apartment
The sheets are damp, I’m sweating
I hear your voice, it’s soothing
But I still feel it coming
My limbs are slowly going numb
I’m losing balance, laying down
Your hands caress my bony body
Built by Tylenol and coffee
I turned the gas on in this house
And I swear it’s gonna blow
Before it all gets figured out
I’ll get happy
Now isn’t that what you want to hear?
And I’ll try to make it happen
If I’m still around next year
You were wrong
I’m out of fight
Throw everything I love into the fire
I’m not a better man, I can’t hang around
Breathe in the smoke and let it fill your lungs
Throw everything I love into the fire
I was a better man, I had it all worked out
Breathed in the smoke and let it fill my lungs
Maybe I’m not the man you think I thought I was
I swear I’m not a liar, I’m a realist
I’ve drained the empty cups but I can’t swallow this
It’s not getting better, isn’t getting worse
I tried getting better, but it’s gotten worse
It was a low burn once, but I’m kerosene
I’d sleep for good if I could stand my dreams
I’d sleep for good if I could stand my dreams
I’d sleep for good
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3. |
Sylvia
02:57
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Okay, so there’s this girl, right?
I mean, of course there is
She’s tall, kind of awkward, and she has this drop-dead smile
And she’s smart
I mean, she’s SO smart
Like everything she says sounds like poetry
Like she’s reciting Sylvia Plath or
Saying things out loud to remember them for when she has time to write them down
The first time I saw her
She was wearing this green knitted sweater over a blouse of some sort
Navy blue jeans and Dr. Martens boots
She wasn’t looking at me at all
I don’t know when she started paying attention to me
But eventually she did
Hey, man, it’s me
I was thinking about the time that you passed out
In our old apartment
We all got scared, but then you came back
Like the pouring rain on a summer day
Like our childish ways from when we were back in high school
The summers seem much warmer now
But the winter’s bound to get cold I guess
At least that’s what they say
I’m no scientist
But I know I’ll freeze my ass off
When did our common friends
Become your friends exclusively
I must have missed the memo
I’ve been trying to reach you
And I tried my best not to cut the cord
But the plug was pulled on me
She’s got this way of speaking that’s just mesmerizing
And she’s got this way of thinking that’s absolutely beautiful
She explains things to me in a way I understand
It’s not condescending or patronizing
It’s just like
“Oh, you don’t know what the word ‘romanticize’ really means?
I thought it meant being romantic, so I thought it was a good thing
So, hey, love, it’s me
I guess things didn’t turn out the way we thought they’d be
When we were eighteen
But how could we have known
We were just kids who hadn’t given up yet
Given up like we gave us up
When did our common friends
Become your friends exclusively
I must have missed the memo
I’ve been trying to reach you
And I tried my best not to cut the cord
But the plug was pulled on me
It sounds ridiculous
Hearing myself saying these things out loud
I hope you get this message and I hope you remember me
Remember me for who I used to be
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4. |
19
02:51
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I don’t know if I am dying
Or if I’m just really tired
All I know is I don’t care enough to sleep
We’ve had our share of cigarettes
The smoke still lingers on your breath
Been waiting for everyone else to leave
Warm and soft in the dark
Whisper stories of our broken hearts
The smiles that we pretend are not a ruse
How many times have we
Played house and make-believe
I swear I wish I could’ve made it true
But hey
I know what you would say
And I am sorry for the way it played out
You couldn’t wait to move on
And I couldn’t follow along
I guess I’ve always been a bit slow
You said save me from getting older
From the prison I have on my shoulders
I think I finally understand
What it means to be 19
And fuck and fight
Until it’s time to face the songs
So, save me from getting older
From the war raging upon my shoulders
I think I finally understand
What it means
We’re not 19
But I still find myself looking for who I used to be
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First of Spring
06:00
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I woke up first on the first of spring
How long we slept, I can’t remember
But it felt like a good thing
To finally close our eyes
And just wait for the morning
To finally close these eyes
I thought, maybe it will all blow over
By the time we wake
Maybe things will work out this time around
Another 9-5 will surely fix us up
Take a breath, let’s breathe
Just for a minute
Another year, my love
The morning came
The morning came, we stayed in bed
I watched your hair fall over your eyelids
Wishing I could read the walls inside your head
You said, so what are you thinking?
I can tell that there’s something in there
So, what do we do?
I don’t know, all I can think of
Is the summer of strawberry ciders and Absolut
If I could pinpoint
And I was good for you then
The moment it went out of hand
I could’ve taken yours
And you were in love with me and an American man
And I remember that night in your car
I remember every word you said
It didn’t hit me as hard as it would do come the morning
I know that you’re trying your best
And you know I love you to death
But something’s missing man, this life is getting boring
I’m running with your story
(I bookmarked the end it’s by the bed)
You’re so good at putting it in lines
(Slowing things down won’t get us out of it)
Shift position
(Everything’s changing I think we’re waking up)
Everything’s changing now
We toss in the sheets but the blank, white, pages are running out
Blurry vision
(I know you’re tired, the quarrels and over time)
I can’t see past these endless nights
(I promised to get better but I’m still terrified)
I promise, without the traffic I’d be home in time
We could be getting older
We could’ve had a good life
I never planned to marry
But I would have been your wife
We’d be like
All those happy people I see inside of my head
And all those selfish little people on the outside of my head
I never planned to marry
No one to bury
When we all end up dead
You thought I’d quit the dramatics
But baby
You should know me better than that
I woke up first on the first of spring
I can’t put this behind me, I’m still hoping I’ll find you
I woke up first on the first of spring
My memory’s bleeding, you know I still need you
How long we slept I can’t remember
Tell me there’s good in me somewhere
I woke up first on the first of spring
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Last October
04:33
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We were on the phone
I was in my car
I always take it too far
I know I’ve gone too far again
And everything’s changed since when
We were kids in scrubs
Running through the halls
Of the self-help hotel hospital
We were kids in the prime of youth
Too young for the
Bitter taste of beer and vermouth
Getting better meant getting away
I’m on the fence but I think we should have
Stayed there on the east coast
Last October
The east coast
Last October
You said wanted the truth
I let you have it all
I’ve never felt too honest
But you are a crystal baller
Looking right through me
You must’ve seen something
No one else could see
Something buried deep beneath my skin
Behind the lies I tell my mirror
I’m tuning out but I still hear them
Going
I’m on a roll
Please don’t come back
I don’t need you
I can manage on my own
I can manage
I can manage
Let’s climb into a taxi
Sleep inside the backseat
Tell me all about you again
I want more than “How you’ve been?”
I want more
All the while we were talking
I felt close to cracking up
I know what moving on means
But it’s hard to tell from giving up
I’d put everything back in place
You would make it picture perfect
So, when you look me in the face
We could pretend it’s all been worth it
It’s all been
Good
I’m on a roll
Please don’t come back
I don’t need you
I can manage on my own
I can manage
I can manage
Let’s climb into a taxi
Sleep inside the backseat
Tell me all about you again
I want more than “How you’ve been?”
I want more
I want
Your silhouette against the kitchen doorway
While I’m already half asleep
Take off your clothes, lay down beside me
I wanna feel like I can finally breathe
Drive out to the highlands where we used to live
Where there was nobody else around
Take a few pictures with your polaroid
And wake up to your forget-me-not-eyes
You said, forget me not
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