1. |
Mid-Wife Crisis
04:24
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We own regret
We own regret
We own regret
We own regret
We own regret
We fuck up every moment
To dissect it
Resurrect it
We own regret
Dissect it
Resurrect it
Dissect it
Resurrect it
We own regret
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2. |
With No Empty Chambers
02:29
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I walk for miles
Even lifted by the wind
Thinking the same thought
Asking the same question
Cogitation
Rumination
Trying to figure out
What’s the fucking catch
It’s so hard to tell -
I cut holes in all the nets
I play a lethal game
With no empty chambers
The answers (just) aren’t there
The answers (just) aren’t there
Oh I don’t know
I just don’t know
What I’m supposed to do
With this life
With this life
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When your limerence subsides
I’m shattered and ruined at high tide
Must we communicate with these crimes
In this circle of asphyxiation it’s time
To make a decision
To make a decision
To breathe again
To breathe again
You can stitch a sycamore pit
Into the lining of my jacket
This will create a pulsing signal
So you can trace my movement all the time
The time
To make a decision
Handcuffed to you
I won’t leave
So you can pull me under
Pull me under
I will not move laterally
To the top of a mountain, plunge into the sea
I’ll be shattered and ruined at high tide
In the depths of asphyxiation it’s time
To make a decision
To make a decision
To breathe again
To breathe again
But only for a moment
Only a moment
So we can go back
We can go back under
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I’d like to say
I’ve entered my Brautigan phase
But I can still conjure bleakness
Access the parts steeped in malaise
I can still punish myself
better than anyone else
I am train derailment
I have stuck blades into my sides
To keep from leaking out
To keep it all inside
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I felt the comedown
In the absence of sun
I embraced the rain
An artery made by extension
I’m fucked up in the head
I’m ha-ha-ha-haunted
I’m fucked up in the head
I’m ha-ha-ha-haunted
I dropped all of my seeds
Squeezed sadness by the cheek
Peeled off all of my bark
Dangling by the stalk
Pithy and furry
But not empty
I’m fucked up in the head
I’m ha-ha-ha-haunted
I’m fucked up in the head
I’m ha-ha-ha-haunted
I’m fucked up in my head
No matter what’s said
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6. |
Still Blighted
06:11
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Your love
is fucking
me up
Blighted
Blind-sided
A need to be
Life-flighted
Already dead
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