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Sleepwalk Backwards
04:39
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Her glimpse is my white flag
Like goldfish [in] plastic bags
Perplexing my insides
Just smother your own pride
My heartbeat is high strung
I’m holding back my tongue
I'm staring, glance inside
A cold sweat, I’m alive
You’re only as good as the quarters inside
The washer devours your garments alive
Adjacent buildings lit up in the seams
Lights on in some rooms gap like missing teeth
The telephone sits on the vast ocean floor
I’m sorry you had the wrong number before
Sleepwalk Backwards
Baking my secrets inside of this frame
Oven 350°, elongated grave
Just a few teaspoons of half-hearted wit
Enough to bust straight heart-attacks for a bit
I’ll ring your doorbell and wait in a tree
Please let me go straight to voicemail and flee
I’ll wait in the lobby with suitcases stacked
I’ll swallow my words when you cough them right back
(Half-heavy voicebox)
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Crystal Night Skies
03:56
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For the last time, sing it out. Have we gone too far?
Wait inside my mind's eye, freeze like crystal night skies.
White noise, for the way she shifted back, roll it off my tongue, say my name, just spit it back
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Inferiority Complexion
01:59
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Everything in the past tense clear
got stitched together to get us here
Petty problems knotted up in thread
In the sewing machine from my mouth to my head
Everything in the past tense clear
got stitched together to get us here
Petty problems and jealous zeal
Now ignite the fire in the way that we feel
Everything in the paste tense clear
Everything’s clear
Life overflows from an unjust cup like the way my voice trembles but it can’t stand up
And this is my retina tracing every word
There’s cliché phrases inside these bricks and somehow the mortar always sticks
And it’s songs like this that made us who we are
Your juicebox heart with the punched in straw
Beats in time with the march of the downfall
Step out of your skin and nothing’s fraile
The skeletons breath in dust and they exhale
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