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Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails
Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails
Whenever you exhale, I breathe it in the air
You offer me a seat in your electric chair

Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind?
You know better than I do, so clue me in

I know why the writing on her face appears,
Because she can't say
All the things on her mind
Everyday she begs me
"Please, oh please you have to understand
And read between all of the lines"

Time goes down the drain

All relaxed with nails bit to the quick
While golden was the silence,
Like foam filling the mouth of the exempt.
The burdened saw the damage,
Absorbed with our legs lost to heated-white lies.
We remain to pull its frame
From the ashen wreck of anxiety,
Blown to conspicuous borrowed attacks.

Write a letter to yourself about yourself:
Boring us with every detail
Someday I'd like to land
- as bitter as I am -
Nothing affects me anymore

There's something when all the efforts
You have made are hiding in your room,

A vase of wilted flowers, for those who've lost their powers
No use in treading water, when there’s no air to breathe in

Help me find a way to move on, standing in the way of the sun
Help me find you, you, you, help you find me
Now who inspires you?

The moods are so abrasive, the sound is too persuasive

Magnetic tapes are old bloodstreams
For this recording calm machine.
We're serving all the jaded hearts
Of those without a place to start.
And washing them all of mistake; I'll confidence could never fake
The notes and bolts that ring this song:
Expired tales of love gone wrong.

Yellow turns this courage badge
Into a valentinal trash.
These are the crushes meant to crush you.
The contact was dry,
But exasperating like a teething smile.
Pulse by pulse,
I honor wet weather to myself into her hands,
And for an angel even she knew it well

"so i saw the angel girl hang her wings by the door.
tired from the windy chill, guilt had forced her to land.
'i no longer know,' she said.
'the way to fly myself home.'
may it all become familiar to us all
new moon.
she's so vain, she's dreaming of funerals to come.
it's the part of the movie where you can't help

She's rubber and i am glue
She had a lot to say and stuck it to my brain
She is recovered and i am screwed
She had a lot to say and i'll take it to my grave
If I could make all of my words count
I'd ditch numbers all together for sure
Voice reversed yelling a curse towards
The way-back of my skull

Pop culture with a pin
Watch it wheeze in the air like a dying balloon
A mistake dawned on me
And the rest of my tribe.
"Your wish is our command"
No really. It's OK
Give yourself a group hug and a pat on the back
No really. It's all right

Reality sets into a heart that wishes
to read you lies that sit like an open book.
This must stay open, this must stay clear.
This must be said for all to hear.
These are living, breathing beings like us.
Going, gone unaddressed, undeniable.
These are living, breathing beings like us.
They don't look the same on a plate.

Something is slowing me down.
It makes its way through my arms,
And through these fatigued worn fingers
In fury-fevered lashings of the claw.
I somehow manage to gain the strength it takes
To emit its evils onto the page.
Blood-soaked desperate one-sided attempts
Into the chill of all words.

Goodbye to his starving concrete male lows.
Resign all need for bargaining with an open door
To a closet full of all the things he wrote as a kid,
I can't believe what it did.
Whole arachnid-eyed spinnerets form:
The motive slips,
The bugs become the end, they eat you.
Glued by the palms