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nunca
00:41
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i'm stuck here sitting in this fucking parking lot
drinking the gasoline and telling myself that
the matches are coming, the matches are coming
but the matches, they never came // too busy burning bridges i guess.
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do you ever wander, do you stray from the pact
do you find laughter in all that is cast aside
they could hear the sadness in my voice
i'm all head in hands // thought maybe this could be my hoover dam
last call fr drowning in derelict apartments
eat shit down yr stairwell & call it catharsis
we're pissin' like it's poetry
fuck the number fourty three
s'pose that's all i'll ever be
a void or an anomaly
the girls i meet are not refined
"the boys i mean are not refined"
yr namesake ... an appendage leeched
i'll see you in caesura, lumi
some consistency, more than a week of things
yr never gonna get it no yr not
snapchat of you laughing at the ways in which you let things fall apart.
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braille goosebumps
01:09
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talk about our tired eyes
teeth like sweaters // fag-ashen fingers
& braille goosebumps
the details, oh how they dizzy themselves.
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why envy the lives of others
when yrs is just as much a mess of ill-documented clutter
apathy runs rampant
abroad the fields where
plows of the could-not-care-lesses yield
just in time for harvest
i look like a death in the family.
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forfeit family
02:15
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we're making new meanings
of an archaic tongue (for the sake of feeling young ... again)
forfeit family
who reap in the tangibility
of mistakes for the sake of
feeling young; abandoned homes
what doesn't kill you only makes you wish that you were dead
(there is honor in a name // but not mine)
what of yrs?
why should i climb the lookout?
why should i even try?
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oh, we're taking textbook turns
at calloused throats and shaking roots
we've stumbled as giants by the ocean
on pathways too narrow our motions
don't be, don't bother
a hiccup, a hoax (to try)
brother why the blueish hue
don't you know what's good for you
the devil sure knows how to row
we pendulate our problems rather than resolve them
the future isn't ours // ex's & oh's on the outbound
i'm not the one who nailed the coffin shut.
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