1. |
i couldn't remember
01:51
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i stopped half way through your number
it wasn't cause i couldn't remember
i just didn't want to ask
i thought that too much time had passed
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2. |
can we stay friends
02:01
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3. |
pool
02:05
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oh in time, you shall see
terrible things and fall to your knees
come on over
we know you're in there
wear are your clothes?
and what's wrong with your hair?
oh come over
we know your in there where are your clothes
what's wrong with your hair kid?
just trying to find an underground pool
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maybe you're right
01:07
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i can't think about myself all the time
you told me that and maybe you're right
maybe you're right
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6. |
nauset mournings
04:22
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the water knows us both
your feet on the same ground
your hair felt the same wind
memories have faded like yours did
all photos have tarnished
i've heard all the stories
how you swam in the cold
and drifted in and out of love
i know of your demise
and recall the look in your eyes
when we spoke
but you were silent
when they asked how you were
could you hear and infer?
were my words just a blur?
did you remember our names?
could you recall your acclaim?
was your soul still the same?
foggy like nauset mornings,
my mind struggles to evoke
the last day we spoke
we visited your room
where the people pass and the
dead flowers bloom
we sat on the patio
and i spoke of michigan
little did i know
i wouldn't see you again
when they asked how you were
could you hear and infer?
were my words just a blur?
did you remember our names?
could you recall your acclaim?
was your soul still the same?
when i sang those words
a pastor to my left
my father in my eyes
i knew you were gone
but i could not cry
if i had been older
i would've realized
what we had
and what i lost
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7. |
cause we belong together
01:50
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8. |
my only broken bone
03:43
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i stopped halfway through your number
not because i couldn't remember
i just didn't want to ask
i thought too much time had passed
and what would i have said
what would i have said
making sure your still ahead
i put my phone away instead
and yeah i can look around
and take in all the nonsense sound
but you're like a deep breath
i hold you til i drowned.
you seemed so surprised
when i told you the time
i spent sitting there
watching the lines
i don't know why
i don't know why
i'm just trying to find
who am i
"With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
But happiness floats.
It doesn't need you to hold it down.
It doesn't need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to."
- Naomi Shihab Nye
what would i have said?
what would i have said.
checking to make sure you're still ahead
i put my phone away instead
and yeah i can look around
and take in all the nonsense sound
but you're like a deep breath
i'll hold you til i drowned
you can spell check my past
my only broken bone
but you won't find
why i left out 409
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In My Lungs New York, New York
i am not sam or the space in between the sides of my head.
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