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Quartzsite
05:47
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can we stay for stories
or for entirely different things
clear night to sunrise
my quartzsite, your sleep
holly at the diner
told me everybody needs a drink
i couldnt help but kiss her
while the last panamint daisy went extinct
and ooh you slept on
ooh, the couch with the patterns of a moon and sun
and oooooh, it feels so wrong
to leave but if i don’t we’d just live forever
on these roads that seem to be much too long
come, let’s pray for rainstorm
so that this whole thing won’t be so weird
who will get custody of evermore
or fond thoughts of yesteryear
or did i think too sudden?
i sleep beside you and life feels so sweet
but then it’s thursday and i’m at some bar
in california with the guy i met at comfort suites
and ooh you slept on
ooh, the couch with the patterns of a moon and sun
and oooooh, it feels so wrong
to leave but if i don’t we’d just live forever
on these roads that seem to be much too long
so maybe we just leave this in quartzsite
one more good night, then let’s just call it
48 states proved too much for us
got too complacent in running, it’s kind of ironic
and if home is where they say it is
put the missing organ posters in my chest
i’ll build a house in that space someday
to the left, by those things filled with old remains of cigarettes
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Passionfruit
04:12
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the pretty peaches hung
from southern trees
and my front yard cheeks
a masochistic love
scattered glass on the street
another reason to sleep
pray for escape just to sneak back in
lay on your back feel the dizziness
i could be on your chest
your loss, i guess
my irritating voice
in your shitty apartment
with stains on the carpet
it must have been too much
mixing marlboro reds
and coffee before bed
hey i was not done talking yet
stay and add me to your bad habits
i could’ve been the best
your loss, i guess
i guess
i guess that the light should’ve stayed red
i guess that the tires should have gone flat
i guess that we should have never met
i guess
i guess
i guess
this is what the end feels like, darlin
the pretty peaches have
fallen onto your street
and they’ve been there for weeks
you’ve made your ford escape
to your passionfruit
and i’m left here to
pray for escape just to sneak back in
lay on your back feel the dizziness
i could be on your chest
your loss, i guess
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