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Reading Group - History
03:10
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There is a bullet that must be bitten by the want that lives in me
I blame the empathy, a fuckery of wandering lies and modern philosophy
What a heavy mind that sits behind one working eye, brimming with all kinds of good
The gears want to turn, but they have no room, hanging up on stacked books and lessons learned
You’ve got no power here, my love
It’s been bought by our fathers and those before them
They won’t give at all, even at such cost
And my heart is full up to the top
For every long-necked married god, there brooding one hard night apart is a writer gone to dust
A riot curve that’s fixed to rot, the want to kill what you cannot sets the gears to turning for once
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One tenuous likeness of a man in the War, you were kicking up long lengths of chords
Pulling what noises you could from his throat, from the labor of lungs comes a rolling wave
With such a taste
Fear me never wanting for the better part of yours; daring her to know you before the changing of your course
Forever dismissive of paternal discourse, it’s a long way from 5 (ft.) to the floor
Your dome sits stop a massive ruler of sorts, and my hollow’s the same height as yours
I see colors on you that I liken to the kind who can give me what I want
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The room got into you, with the ejection of self-moving
Opened up, it should have stuck
The contrast shot me naked between the eyes, and flushing out, all for a balustrade of non-contenders
Rattling in me is the bear beneath your body, though you don’t control it now
He holds you over his head
Even after you’re dead, with the cessation of real intent
Opened up, it should have stuck
The difference shot right into my ribs and flushed it out for a gallery of total strangers
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Fast Friends - Contender
02:32
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Awake again, I'm lying here just thinking
How I can't play this stupid game anymore
As I stand you turn away
But I'm a contender
But I can't pretend like I used to
Cause its just too damned demeaning to you
The blinding truth is standing motionless in this cold dark room
It screams at you
to make a move, or do anything at all
Cause I'm not content like I used to be
Its just too damned demeaning to you
The air around you feels like its filled with salt
And just I sat there, screaming behind my teeth
I could tell by your nerves we were getting close
And I could tell by your shallow breathing
We were getting close
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I know its getting hard to see
You just have to open your eyes
My breathing's getting heavy and panicked
I can't wait to drift away
I'm sick of this I need a break in routine
So sick of all of this and You're not what I need
Im hating this, I won't follow your lead
So Try to lie better next time
I'll wear down the pavement between my door and yours
Holding onto fleeting expectations
and I can't wait to drift away
Try to lie better next time
We can't catch a break
Around each other anymore.
We're trapped behind our words
but we're screaming for each other
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This is to all my ghosts, and oh how it hurts when intentions are
screaming louder than apologies.
And I hope to hell that you can hear me now because I was right.
I was right, so right.
Remember that last semester? You were crushing hard but I was
sinking faster.
And I told you to stay away from me.
But you didn't listen. You did what you had to to get what you
wanted.
And all I could say was I warned you. I never said I'm sorry.
Because I was right.
I was right, so right.
I keep waiting for these memories to dull and fade
But they're still so sharp
All those words that I didn't say
But I was too afraid that I'd fall hard.
But I fell anyways.
I told you to stay away from me.
And I was right, so right.
This is to all my ghosts and oh how it hurts when intentions are
screaming louder than apologies.
And I hope to hell that you can hear me now. I'm sorry.
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