1. |
if yr coffee could talk
01:08
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it's 5 a.m.
yr tired
that's the only time
you seem to want me.
whether it's alone
in yr bedroom
under the sheets
or it's with yr friends
in a crowded cafe,
it's only when yr tired.
when yr awake,
you won't put yr lips on my edges.
yr too busy touching over lovers,
rummaging through papers,
calling yr friends,
laughing.
you seem to forget who woke you up.
who made you warm.
and tomorrow you will be tired again
and i will still let you
put yr lips
on my edges
though i know
when yr awake
you won't need me.
but
my heart is bigger
than my head.
i am
so so warm,
and you are
so so cold.
cold enough to use me.
i - warm enough to not care.
because
you are so much happier
when
yr awake.
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2. |
the tree. (for grace)
00:50
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I am stuck.
I gave you air to fill yr lungs
Yet, you still chose to go to those who pollute them.
I gave you changing colors
Shades of yellow, red, orange, and green.
Yet, you love others who are only black and white.
I gave you a solid foundation
Made a pact to always be there
Yet you went to crumbling concrete.
You made me feel like I was rotting
Yet I was still firmly planted on the ground
And as parts of me began to fall around you
You stood by me,
But looked into her eyes instead.
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3. |
yr bathroom
00:20
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i told you
i was sick.
as an excuse to sit in yr bathroom
and pull at my skin.
i wish i could explain to people why
i don't want to be alive.
all i know is,
i'm sad enough to feel it.
but tired enough
to not care.
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4. |
gasoline
00:51
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lit you up with my arms
gave you a piece of me with my tongue
one drop of me into you,
that's all it took.
burned what we could've had.
wasn't slow about it,
wanted to make you whole.
make you start back up.
felt like that was my job.
been told it is,
did the opposite.
you and i together were dangerous.
i told you i was something you could not hold.
you cannot hold me,
i am toxic and undeserving.
i am fleeting.
you do not need me.
you do not need me.
you do not need me.
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5. |
blue eyed baby
00:40
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my blue eyed baby's eyes are not the ocean
or the sky
eyes just blue.
she is just blue.
she - pure
a virgin
I - tainted
a liar
my voice velvet-
god speaks:
to die by my hands
would make thee a martyr
and with that my little blue eyed baby
gets down on her knees
she seems to have forgotten
that death is free
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