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down for the count
when you send your letters to me
debunking my sad fallacies
and ensnaring my tongue
watching your shave your head
in the middle of the night
existential crises, all right
i have them too
and it worries me so when you're walking down the street
'cause those grimy old men- they're whistling at you
i wanna fuck them all up but you're three states away
i wanna fuck them all up and hold hands with you
my god, you're a gift
you make me feel sexy
i wanna quit this old day job and do better in school
let's get a studio apartment, one with a deck
i wanna revel in your scent
and be the big spoon
spent most of my time
walking through a fog
scared to utter any sound
without peace of mind
your curves fit well with mine
but i'm too fucking afraid
i don't think i was made
for intimacy
but it worries me still when you're walking down the street
and those grimy old men- they're whistling at you
i wanna fuck them all up but you're three states away
i wanna fuck them all up but i'm a nervous, weak fool
my god, you're a gift
you make me feel sexy
i wanna quit this old day job and do better in school
wanna stay in bed all day with you by my side
losing track of all time
as the big spoon
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i once dreamt
of how you
wanted to be
we were still
yet so naïve
we drank our own tears
you held my small hands
and examined, examined
the tiny rivers
and i will see you again
in the wintertime
thinking of the bug bites and bruises
we've shared before
it hurts me all over again
to say goodbye
yet, strangely enough
it's a good kind of sore
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a sick dog found it's way into my home
told me that i was, i was
no longer lucid
scattered thoughts
breathin all the dust off my skin
you left me hanging
but i know you're not in your right mind sometimes
how are you?
how long have you had that blood on your coat?
can i wash you, can i wash you?
you don't know how much you mean to me
how are you?
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bb (a song to myself)
01:26
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angel, can't you see that i'm distracted?
i've too many responsibilities so i can feel like a real person
so i can feel like a real person
so i can feel like a real person
can you go back to your room? 'cause my baby heart is hurtin
told you i'm chasing my coffee with some bourbon
i'm terrified of transience, afraid to see my own reflection
i don't feel like a real person
are you a real person?
you've gone back to your room and i'm missing your more than anything
quietly, i tiptoe to your open door
i didn't mean to be so sore
n i didn't mean to shut you out
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after the fall
no deep sleep
can save me
from dreaming of you
a pack of dogs
runs wild in my heart
the sun has shone
in the meadow of my mind
oh, mystery girl
whose name i'm afraid to utter
perhaps in singing this song
the wind will carry
after the fall
no deep sleep
can save me
from dreaming of you
my will is feeble
but the pack runs rampant
i can only pray to the bees
that you like me too
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milk preference San Antonio, Texas
one time during a bible study a girl said she wished she had more "self of steam" and i said "don't you mean 'self-esteem'" to which she started to feel very bad about herself and i got in trouble for that and that's why i don't believe in god anymore
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