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No Name
04:12
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Some steady hand's holding us here
Some half-muted conversation is dragged along by its consonants while you hang your head like a picture frame or a child
Watching a car accident from a living room behind the curtains, the only words that were audible were "this is the biggest thing on the market"
It seems like we're all ants, and it seems like you must've just realized that
You changed your pose in reaction to his reaction to your words
And I changed the words in reaction to a reaction that I got
It seems like we're all ants, and it seems like you must've just realized that
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Feeding the Wrong Wolf
04:26
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You sleep in my bed with your sheets for blankets
I'm not your dog, I won't make you my whore or turn you out
I heard you leave, I didn't say anything
I know I'm wrong, these days I can't help myself
I mean, when there's no reprieve for doctor shopping just to nullify my dreams
I can be myself when I'm lost because it never stopped you
It's all timing babe, come back with a gun shot and I might sleep
There's just too much space when this socket goes back and forth, hot and cold
I like to share, and you made so much sense. The nightmare that painted the morning said that you're feeding the wrong wolf
That bitter pill went so slowly down my throat as you rolled over, and the fan sang back its song
but you're feeding the wrong wolf
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Paper Tiger
03:40
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Caught our seams cutting our teeth on a paper tiger's bliss
And we're still doing it, screaming "call on me, colony, I am any mouth"
Caught our teeth cutting our seams on a paper tiger's trick
It's just a trick
Like flotsam on the river, I surrender to history
call-on-me-colony,
"I am any mouth"
No, I'm every mouth
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Small Wins
04:33
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We dragged our bodies out, now we are tourists in our own towns baby, with the emptiness in everything, no, it isn't sad
I live alone now, (now) send in the guardian of remiss devotion
It's not that hard yet, no, but it's getting harder and now that it's gotten harder well, it's so much harder to bend my consciousness around the will of another's
It's a small win for a come-back kid
There is emptiness in everything, no, it isn't sad
I met these three kids out on my front deck, in the marine corp., and all that they said was "fuck the president, no no we just want to kill"
And I tell my doctor that I can't sleep now, that I can't go out without these pills for my pain
It's the same thing, it's just channeled inward
It's a small win for a come-back kid
There is emptiness in everything, no, it isn't sad
It's just a small win
Just a slap on the wrists
It's a cold wind, and it's calming when you're not used to it
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