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there’s a gold rush in your eyes
i’ve struck oil, i’m rich
drunk off of carbon dioxide
there’s a coastal sunrise behind your ribcage
your solar plexus, i look at my fingers
i want to dig. i want to die.
silent inscription
on the granite stones of your vowels
stretched so
is it for me?
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It Must Mean Something
01:05
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Center of Night
02:00
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i saw the reflection of the outline of the new moon
out my rearview mirror while i drove to kansas city
i ripped off a section of the carpet of the car floor
when i realized i left behind all of my savings
but really that was all just a midnight fantasy
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i know you better than you think
been waiting for you outside all night
for you to come and tell me
you’ve been waiting for me outside all night
so maybe i
don’t know you better than you think
but still i try
to will the sun to come up so you can see me here in love
i’m outside on your lawn and theres a chance that i’m in love
no
been waiting for you outside all night
for you to come and tell me what i already know
you’re not coming outside
and i know
i know
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Knuckle
02:46
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I’ve got this terrible itch on my skin by the knuckle
of my thumb of my left hand where it creases
I’ve got this terrible itch on my skin by the knuckle
and I’m twisted inside for unrelated reasons
I’ve got words to vocalize and nowhere to put them
‘cause I’ve a habit of throwing them in the wrong places
And I’ve a habit of falling in love in everyone
and I find myself wishing I was a little more abrasive
and less embrasive
and more abrasive
and less embrasive
There aren’t many nights I spend not thinking of someone
and what it might be like if I could wake up tangled in their limbs
and most nights lately it’s been you
and most nights lately I’ve been
trying not to get drunk enough to tell you
I’ve got this terrible itch on the skin of my nail bed
of the finger of my right hand where I hold my pencil
I’ve got this terrible itch and my skin is bright red
and I’ve lost the ability to believe I’ve potential
And there aren’t many nights I spend not thinking of someone
and there are not many nights I spend not feeling alone
and there are not many nights I don’t pick up my phone
and pretend to dial on the black screen
all I see is the reflection of someone I cannot relate to anymore
and I’m twisted inside for unrelated reasons
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Louvena the Scout New Jersey
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