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kids’ grubby fingerprints are on the window
through a glass darkly i see the city
is treading water, treading water, treading water
treading water
and thundering underground with sleepwalkers and punks and business suits
all in a bricolage, our lives are on pause
thank god, thank god, thank god
thank god
and then you come home
and then we roam the streets below
where words fail, friends don’t
we could sing the alphabet together
and i bet that we’d both feel better
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Never a Louse
03:32
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i worked in the stacks all day
surrounded by dirty words
i cleaned them ‘til i could read them
and then i was on my way to your fridge
drank my beer in the middle of the day
with a holy fear, and then felt guilty about it
i’d drive home past midnight to my parents’ house
shoot a text to let you know
that i was safe, i had fun, you were never a louse
now that summer’s been gone for two years
you’ve been out of my sight half that time
i still wish i could steer straight
now three different people have taken over
but every time i drive by
the picture just keeps getting older and older
because i see my memories
because i see where you loved me
to pieces
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I Unzipped Myself
03:40
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i unzipped myself
you drove down to the waves
the salty wind, it stung like peroxide
and i have never felt more alive
a misty, grey morning
marbled and slippery
every care just slid off its rounded edge
and i would sleep forever in that bed
falling from, falling into
we split our bodies, and made something new
some need paper, and some need skin,
i've got that day—living within
a somnolent evening
all the world beneath one ceiling
there's nothing left to be feeling
and i'm okay with that feeling
falling from, falling into
we split our bodies, and made something new
some need paper, and some need skin,
i've got that day—living within
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There Are Many Lines
03:32
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one day i’ll wake up
and the sky will look the same
and i will feel all my connections
like roots pulsing in the rain
like food that keeps me alive
like water where waves pass through but nothing moves
neither me nor you
but then i’ll let go
and have no idea
of where all i know will go
or disappear
i will never be untied
‘cause i am a line and there are many lines
that will always make a knot in my mind
and i will never subside
‘cause i am a wave made up by the many waves
with which i collide
i will feel something new
i will be a discovery
like i was when i was three
and everything was fresh and frightening and scary
and filled with the future
i will never be untied
‘cause i am a line and there are many lines
that will always make a knot in my mind
and i will never subside
‘cause i am a wave made up by the many waves
with which i collide
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A Little While Longer
03:06
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st. augustine was a man like me
he was full of life and full of disease
when he made his plea, he said, “leave me be
just a little while longer”
but then a little while will never come
it might show its head a minute but then it runs
it might say, “how do you do?” but then it leaves you black and blue
and you hurt all over
‘til the day when all those dead ends die
and you can’t see a thing ‘cause you’re finally blind
and then a man spits in your eyes, and then that little while dies
and you stare god in the face
i’m a wanderer still moving onward
i may turn around sometimes, but i still hunger
for a resting place where i might find the warmth of an embrace
that i left a lifetime ago
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