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Malady
03:24
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now the warning fades from the wall
and we are left to open doors
not the war waits so we halt
she is westward, hoping for
only memories of a sky
in a vagueness so tongue-tied
repeated thoughtless patterns
speaks of me as matter
but every smile's right
now the storm is turning fast
as a jest, i offer hope
now implore the fading class
at our best as fishing ropes
sorry is an empty word
sorry is no welcome verse
equalling a meaning
fault is fraught with feeling
if we are wanderers on this earth
is it any wonder that
by the time she parked the car
all had left her memory
to the realm of dreamless sleep
all will flee my memory
what could make the afternoon
in the winter warmth refined
what could batter broken plots
but the thought of unclear mind
she fears her fading cognizance
not knowing if it's course of age
or some stalking malady
that leaves her there between two moons
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Reflex
03:34
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following fallen dust mites
slowly sailing in sunlight
i try to control these thoughts but they float away
hollowing hardened reflex
called to the bedroom carpet
hiding in a hole all night
and most every day
a city with plans tumbling out there
nine magnets in this recurring nightmare
i crawl to, it's all true
actions are rations of willpower i knew
hollowing hardened reflex
crawl to the bathroom carpet
hiding in a hole all night
and most every day
following fallen dust mites
slowly sailing in sunlight
i try to control these thoughts but they float away
endure to kill more plans than i restore
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Distances
03:33
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get up and see the world, they said
it's not like you've heard from other hearts
the lines are stark but they are yours to pull apart
whistled words, sewing seams and tripped up propositions
should i tend to letters sent from distant friends
i never lend an open ear
the answer's clear but i'm still laying in my bed
get up and see the world, they said
it's nothing like you've heard from other hearts
the lines are stark but they are yours to pull apart
the seams are unthreading
as the water we're treading gets treatment from the top
and the pressure's on
but the words are all wrong in every song
we hold in twisted tongues
i was never one to write it off, to take it down, to fall apart
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