1. |
Not Cool
02:51
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Put your hands
on my tummy
when you can’t stand the cold
Its always there
jacket or no
I wouldn’t be Claire
with no fire so bold
Although it can be hard
with this heat always there
I have this furnace of lard
That in the winter is like feathers and tar
But where does it come from
Gut with more fire than your left thumb
Where does it come from
Gut with more fire than your left thumb
Warm warm tummy
isn’t it funny
I’m a furnace of humanity
its no calamity
So glad to have this flesh furnace
though warm rooms and spooning is tough
the price is sweat on my face
but I give solace to those I love
But where does it come from
Gut with more fire than your left thumb
Where does it come from
Gut with more fire than your left thumb
Warm warm tummy
isn’t it funny
I’m a furnace of humanity
its no calamity
Warm warm tummy
You can ask my best friend Scott
The last time we hung out we platonically spooned
and I had to take my sweatshirt off because I would have been
~sweaty~
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2. |
Tea and Pears
02:11
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Fall to the floor gentle dear
Skid through the shells of my fears
Feels so good to be where I'm supposed to be
Butterfly strokes, dirt swimming
You loved yourself but that light is dimming
Try to heal but don't get too invested
Pushing the panic aside
Seeps through my pores, do not die
Cliff hidden in this ruddy corn maze
Butterfly strokes, dirt swimming
You loved yourself but that light is dimming
Try to heal but don't get too invested
Obsolete is what I do best
On the floor I can start to regress
Tea and pears will slip above all the memories
Crash through my security
Glass floors that won't break for me
Crucify in the temple in the cold hued room
Butterfly strokes, dirt swimming
You loved yourself but that light is dimming
Try to heal but don't get too invested
Prefer the pool you lie awake in
You loved yourself but that needed breaking
Try to heal but don't get too invested
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3. |
Along the Mall
01:55
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Rely on your roots
Oh wicked branches
Don't pine for more
When you ignore all your chances
In orchards there's grace
In letting buds grow
Leaves turn upwards
If you beg for what you know
We should go
Alone in loam
We should go
Where dandelions grow
I understand the plight
When spring comes your way
And your branches reach out
While the silent trees sway
In orchards there's grace
In letting buds grow
Leaves turn upwards
If you beg for what them to show
We should go
Alone in loam
We should go
Where dandelions grow
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4. |
Dirty Blankets
02:27
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No need to romanticize
My books spine is cracked and tolled
Another one who is too old
Wrote for you but you won't read
I'll try not to hate your greed
Turn the pages, try not to fold
Once I'm gone I won't be here to hold
The face you need to read
Is staring back in front of me
The eyes that need to blink
But you never were one to think
No need to romanticize
Chapters end and covers close
Have enough and paper cuts will show
I'll burn the stack and blow the ash
Airborne it's not easy to catch
The face you need to read
Is staring back in front of me
It wasn't minuscule
How easily you could be cruel
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5. |
Downstream
01:56
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I guess the river has a tide
I can swim but I wont survive
When rocks beg my bones their way
I fetishize my memories
my muscles have no strength
I try to do whats best for me
Warm air is feels far away
and when the water speaks
it makes me want to stay
and I have no more breath to breathe
I’m not sure when i fight the tide
If my strength is truly mine
when I’m worn I’m so torn and I drown so easily
Warm air is feels far away
and when the water speaks
it makes me want to stay
and I have no more breath to breathe
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6. |
Scouty
01:45
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Scouty is the perfect pet
she sits in her bed and tries to pretend
that I can hear what she says
I do the same it never ends
She tries to get me out the door
but I just can't I am too bored
so inside we just sit and drool
I am a wimp who made these rules
Scouty
you can't do it all for me
when theres no more time to pretend
that all homes never end
Scouty whimpers as she snores
no need to cry it could be worse
we have got a family
the kind that makes it hard to leave
Scouty is the perfect pet
she nuzzles my side when I can't pretend
that safer places are out there
she wags her tail when I am scared
Scouty
You can't do it all for me
I am trying
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7. |
People Look At The Stars
03:09
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They had stopped wondering
felt they had floated too far
now they're back in space
barely got to read her face
The void is loud and it is quiet
too many lights to read the way
the whole world's in full view
future looking black and blue
The stars aren't looking
back at us
when theres no air, oh, please beware
The stars aren't looking
back at us
they don't think we're much of a fuss
There is no logic to teather
they know they'll never touch the ground
she knows that she gleams
constellations can be so mean
The stars aren't looking
back at us
when theres no air, oh, please beware
The stars aren't looking
back at us
they don't think we're much of a fuss
x2
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8. |
empty_entrance
03:18
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Soft rocks
tumble from sand
into graveyards
relatives to other lands
My head peaks
goes from hollow to stone
black granite mine
encased in bone
'Cause I wake up every morning
with no control
in my sleep the mind I don’t know
decides the weight the next day will hold
what i can’t hold
who i can’t hold
what i can’t hold
who i can’t hold
Pavement
melted down boulders
tired and rough
like atlas and his shoulders
Dense intensity and weight
I never foresaw
brick thrown through glass
while my lips thawed
'Cause I wake up every morning
with no control
in my sleep the mind I don’t know
decides the weight the next day will hold
what i can’t hold
who i can’t hold
what i can’t hold
who i can’t hold
How do I shake of the hard
calcifying in my gut
it sits in me
entombing my thoughts
How do I shake of the hard
thats hitting each pace
a rock jabbing in my shoe
I thought I defined my chase
'Cause I wake up every morning
with no control
in my sleep the mind I don’t know
decides the weight the next day will hold
what i can’t hold
who i can’t hold
what i can’t hold
who i can’t hold
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