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outer space
00:53
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i've been thinkin bout hangin out with you
you are the only one who doesn't wear a costume
i've been thinkin bout spending time with you
and i don't mind using public transportation
and i don't mind going through penn station
it's hell on earth, i'd rather drive but i can't so i won't so i won't start whining
i am trying to battle my recent deficiency
that i cannot convey all the beautiful things i see
but whenever i see your face
i don't feel so out of place
you make me feel like i'm floating in outer space
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i'm alright, i'm alive
03:29
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i wanna leave this show
i'm through with indie rock
i'm through with those glasses
i'm through with short-scale acoustic guitars
i'm groping for reality
i want to sleep at my house
there's more integrity
in 104.1
blaring loudly as my alarm
the texture's fine, the sound is not
i fucking love this place
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broken boat
02:30
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i was dreaming about a going away party
with free cupcakes
we walked up to the boy departing -
your chin resting on my shoulder,
and something running up my thigh
i never thought of us like that,
it's funny how sleep can impress those feelings
but when i woke up i got started and i quickly screwed it up.
i guess that's just how i'm used to it
like the catamaran i built in sixth grade for regatta day, we are a boat poorly made
it's something you can snap in two with silence and side-eyes, and i don't even care - i hated wood shop anyway
so i don't want to hear about yr record, the production just bums me out. but if i'm being honest, i'm jealous that i'm not doing all of the things that i thought i would. so i guess i'll just go back to fishing the sky and steps and numbers and all of the songs that hit me harder than anything i've heard out of you lately. but don't go saying that you know about the place i live, 'cause you don't live here. you've been here once. and just because you like some bands it doesn't mean that you're connected. and that's coming from someone who, i'd venture to say, is not connected.
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three folks
03:01
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got on the train back home after seeing you yesterday
i'm making it sound like it was something more than it was
popped in those shot earbuds, yr voice ran thruuu my head
it bounced around and here i am i'll never speak
patterns of speech that i adore or adored and the faces are constantly passing through my head
passed by yr exit, number six off 91
and thought of those weekends and all of yr skirts and freckled nose
the touches and the kisses in parking lots around new haven
i took for granted and i've been here alone
patterns of speech that i adore or adored and the faces are constantly passing through my head
the cuteness + the distance + the closeness, they make things hard
i'm not gunna settle i'm not gunna settle but i'll get what i deserve
feeling my phone vibrate with a request to see me more
i wonder if you wanna do things different now that we're home
a person who i know so well, mature enough to handle
the things that i need, at least for now...
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gotta kill some time
02:16
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all my friends are pushing towards happy
or have already gotten there
and i feel myself moving towards that point
for the first time in a year.
well i am sweeping up those piles
and i am looking in your eyes
and i am not uncomfortable.
steph and brian
brain and devin
are telling me to kiss you
but everything weighs so much
and you said that your arms weren't that strong.
i just don't want to fuck this up
so do you want to go that way?
or do you want to go THAT way?
i guess we just gotta kill some time
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4-d processes
03:01
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pictures did no justice. i'm buried in this shit food. little homie and his best friend are trying to get your attention and i place two fingers into my mouth and ask my pals if they've ever wanted to die (but i'm so afraid to die). so when i see you somewhere, i'll just wish i could fall asleep immediately. or i could shoot some liquid courage into my arms with my mechanical pencil syringe, then i'll write you an invitation back home. we're in the basement and our school mascots are there and we're singing along to a fight song for blind people who stop trying just like me. is that okay? because i think that i am more than what you sang.
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shore country Connecticut
bummer pop for sleepy kids
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