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you can haunt me
i kind of like it
still pull ur hair from my mattress
miss the way it got there
loves a mystery
gods a fiction
love you always
but whats eternity?
Lay in my bed
saddest I've been
drugs are helpful
but expensive
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whats medicating you these days and nights alone
am i a partner in crime or just a foe
ur made of bones that i can feel inside my skull
I'll keep you there if i get something at all
at the bay where i make all my greatest mistakes
i see my own reflection and it scares me
drinking a beer with the shadows of everyone
whose ever loved and left me
yeah i dont know how i feel
what are you listening to these days and is it still pavement
and the soundtrack to Amelie yah the accordian really got to you
and in my dreams i watch you draw the things you used to draw
all over the pages of my notebook so i cant read the words to my songs
but i dont mind cuz i miss u
i think theres spirits in these waters that keep on haunting
past their due date like moldy peaches on the counter
leave a fragrance almost pleasant
and i thought i saw a ghost with ur red hat in the park
so i ran up to it but all i could say was “how yah been?”
and i wish i could of said more
but we both know that cant happen
bite my tongue before i break down
i dont wanna cry in front of u
when ur acting fine and im not
they say the changing of the seasons counts as time
but who is counting, mathematicians and greedy bankers
but all that time is, is just perspective
and i think i need a change of scenery
get myself right out of barrie find someplace where noone knows me
cuz i swear this towns gonna get me like it hasnt happened already
and ill join those spirits singing at the bottom of the bay
will u listen to me?
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im all out of of chemicals
they run right through me
they make me do things
that i dont want to
ur mind is a mystery
I cant see through it
like an abstract painting
u appear in colors and shapes
hows winter all alone my friend?
Do you find solace in ur loneliness?
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//tires(an interlude)
01:14
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i wanna be an artist
i wanna go to parties
i want designer stitches
die from ur addictions
then ill turn 27
are u ok?
how have you been
it was in the summer
slashed tires
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s k y b u r i a l
01:39
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let me haunt u
ill be the best ghost
in ur bedroom
i wont make a sound
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will u keep me warm in ur favorite sweater
and can i curl inside like a kitten would to sleep in
lay ur head in my lap and ill exorsize ur demons
u dont have to go but i understand ur leavings for the best..
light me on fire and ill burn for the night
a lighthouse for you to sail through the dark
a star that keeps blinking, suggesting its strength
is weakening bit by bit every day and every night
carve a cave for me in ur floorboards or ur bedposts
where i can come and hide when it starts to get cold
and we can hibernate after this bottle recedes
in a little emptycabin where we can sleep soundly through the night
write me a line so i know ur alive
from where ever ur hiding i hear the city gets nice
and does it get cold there and do u need me
a blanket thats full of insecurities and holes
i think eternal night calls me by the first name
and winter hides itself in my thoughts and disposition
i'll miss the summer air and the sun when it is shining
the wildflowers grow but i always have to pick them so they die
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you were a glass home. I was a rock. You were a houseboat. I was a shark. With great big teeth to bite into you. This shattered glass still cuts me for you
and its starting to be a problem..
you were a cabin. Empty by the sea. I am the ocean. Begging for your feet. Because i miss them. Wading into me. And i miss home that feeling you gave to me
and its starting to be a problem
you were a bumblebee. And i was the sting. Your a flower in the yard the lawn mower saves. And ill pick ur petals. Trying to get my wish. This empty body trying to get its fix
and its starting to be a problem...
your like whiskey in a cup. In need of a sipper. And i've been drunk since ive been back, i guess tour really kills you. And ill be dead. Will you remember me. A tiny canoe. Pushed out into the waves
and its starting to be a problem
your a migratory bird. Heading to some southern shore, and im a timid fox. Chasing my own tail.
And its starting to be a problem
maybe im the fucking problem
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are u at home? Are u alone? Are u in ur bed? Cutting urself.
Feeling weightless. Floating nowhere. Casting shadows. Bodies descent yeah.
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Morel Toronto, Ontario
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