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museum
01:58
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she ties her shoes in abstract thought
with hemmed bell-bottoms
not as bad as she forgot
behind horn-rimmed glasses
i waited up all night for a knock
i’ll never be able to ask
if she’d go to the museum
i’d even pay for a whole pack
of stupid subway tokens
leave the rest on my dresser for the rest of the year
always fluidly walking away
when you know you just know
i realized
as i was writing a paper
outside
at 5:30 in the morning
alone
with a pot of coffee
i hope that you realize
i’ll miss you
when you go back to europe
always fluidly walking away
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almost forgot the nights of piss and glitter
aw christened by lippman
i miss them
every time i go to work
riding on septa every morning
my 9-5 corporate
dull and boring
wet dreams of layin’ on the floor
so on the weekends i drink to excess
elegant progress
spiritual experiences
just missed from the night before
so throw me
the first bus ticket that you see
sick of the weekends
sick of the people
holed up in piles of laundry
i’ve been meaning to do
but it’d take too much time
is this the end
i’m having spooky dreams now
i think i might just lose it
everytime i hear the leaves
crumble ‘neath my shoes
so whatever happened to the engaged scholar?
the boy with potential
now its tired cycles
starin’ at trash on the floor
so throw me
the first bus ticket that you see
i gotta go home
just me
well-adjusted as can be
ah.
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cigdog
02:34
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i’m a cig
i’m a dog
watch me stumble
burn bridges as i cross
an eternal head cold
crumpled tissues next to my bed
i’m a special individual
keepin stories straight i said
i’m not as sleazy as they say i am
i like to implode
collapse the frame and bones
i like to implode
film it all
i’m a shit
i’m alive
pulling on my pants one leg at a time
something that i said
something then i smiled
i’m a crushed up busted bottle brushed up underneath the pines
i’m not as sleazy as they say i am
i like to implode
collapse the frame and bones
i like to implode
film it all
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scholarship winner
04:27
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lonely losing choosers burnin’ up on a raft
floatin’ funeral pyre i went home to take a nap
in between the first second third quarters of the match
high school all-star broken ankles sittin’ on the corner looking sad
days turn into weeks into months
my calendar is booked
obligations should be sleepin more than i would
am i genuine in situations
ash and spit and blood?
but all the money was given to the smart kids a long time ago
but am i bitter?
no
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old head
01:55
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i hurt my shoulder in a mosh pit
now all my friends will think i am a wimp
maybe i’m getting too old for this
not even a hardcore black dots show
softer than some emo dreamland gold
but more dancing than a cascos show
i guess we weren’t built to last
i’m flarin’ out way too fast
and i haven’t even hit my 20s
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pocket
02:22
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can you check the other pocket
not the one with the whole in the bottom
i swear its right there in between change and paper
i hate every single band
all the noise and any of their stupid fans
can’t focus when everything in my pockets’ out of place
you can only go to so many basement shows alone
i’ll keep finding a way to distract me
i don’t know why i keep wearing that jacket only when i’m home
something so simple i try to overcome it
i like to make things difficult and dumber
its been that way for a while or at least a couple weeks
watching neighbors walk dogs through the snow
they all look pretty cold
can you check the other pocket?
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chinatown bus
01:36
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forcefeed myself some loneliness
cuz i can’t bear to be oh so happy all the time
nothing’s wrong with riding in bikes in rain
tryin’ to get somewhere
but you can’t go somewhere all the time
take a nap
stare at the ceiling fan
and know that whoever she is
she’s just somewhere else
and she’s not just anywhere
she’s that bike ride through thunderstorms
that your parents warned you about
nothing’s so simple now
you’ve still got all those cross country rides
until you wither away
it’s all the same
dyin’ full of shame
on a chinatown bus discount fare
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