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"new music" coming when I find the motivation again.

I treat these songs very poorly sometimes, unreleasing them or erasing them from existence entirely.

I suppose this is some form of archive.

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flowers bringing

daylight endlessly

taunting ceilings

make you crazy

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don't say I love you

cause I'll feel guilty

I think I can't love anything

I'm not sure what is happening

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...between a life of shame

...between a given name

...between the lust or hate

between this hurt filled frame

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sometimes I still feel you

in my bones

and in the pills I take

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we were something we had to have been

but everyday makes the distance feel worse

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the empty spaces are getting to me

I'm gonna stay in my bed

I'll fake the warmth fake the comfort

wilting with my flowers

in a room I grew up in

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you appear in shades of pastel

colors always barely out of reach

candid and smiling

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and maybe that's enough

and maybe that's all I've ever needed

a hand to hold when all things blur

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cloth cut frame made something stand out

when perched up against your stomach

the dress you wore so effortlessly

tangled up against my body

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well it's been a year

and I'm still breathing

Isn't that enough

of course not, idiot

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"...pick up the phone..."

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I bet your voice

doesn't feel like the sun

anymore

but I wouldn't know

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talking used to pass the time

smoking used to pass the time

smoking became a waste of time

talking became a waste of time

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Almost like a daydream, nights are getting long

Feeding all the ferals, sat across the road

Begging for their food when i get up for work

Fills my heart with saccharine

Gives me a sort of purpose