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New Nest
04:07
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Find a safe cleft
And build yourself a new nest
In the stone that always rests
On its laurels and its stand
On a moral underhand, you wrote in stone
You wrote in stone
Water will seep through and you will crack
Kmart burlap
And bucket of oil in hand
Anointed attention grab
Credit to that holy ghost
Spitting tongues in microphones
You wrote in stone
I read the note, you ate it whole
You thought it was prophetic
I saw you fold, pretend to chew
Bluff til they told you not to
I knew the whole thing was a joke
You are a joke
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Progress
03:28
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You can color with the lights off
Covering your sun spots
Screening every pin drop
While you hide in a new cause
You pour right in your open mind
Inherit the ocean
You can color with the lights off
Buy a firewall and burn on
Preaching to the inbox
Of a choir you don’t know the name of
You can call it common decency
If you want
You can feign it as empathy
But you’re wrong
You can color with the lights off
Buy a firewall and burn on
Preaching on a half thought
You acquired from part of a Ted Talk
I know, it’s not like that, so its not that bad
Progress
What progress
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9 Months
03:59
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Take a bow
In 9 months you took down
In 3 more you’ll peace out, a liar
I hate it, the way you always talk about your man
I’m waiting, that tall, dark, handsome glass is spilling gas
Lean into more red-eye
Read, but no reply—I hate it
Invade it, parade your sandal act and “we cool?” coup d'etat
I hate it, believing your red eye
Existential sty—I hate it
Someone’s got it down to a science now
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Honing In
04:01
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I could try another dosage, avoid a diagnosis
If I try you’ll never notice
Start another project or buy another object
There’s no end
Redefine what’s selfish and what isn’t
It’s still a borrowed conscience
Does will exist, does free exist
If I really wanted to, I could just give it up
Redefine what’s selfish and what isn’t and what could be
It’s still a borrowed conscience
Make it up the way you want
The way you do
Use every bit in moderation
I’m drawing the well, I’ll trace it all day
Erasing no hell with that image of self
Folly on my own, wisdom like a stone
My own throw broke another home
Inside the house is cold
The antidote is folding back a note
Clutching at my throat, it won’t go
Honing in on cult
Honing in on cult
Holding on
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Dead Notes
03:58
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I’m 9 to 5 praying for you
The 9 o’clock gray in the back
I’m sorting my way to the blue
See a shell of you where I collapsed
Eye-red letters
Were a hellish view into the black
Stifle profane, gain a curse
I avert the pain glazed in his eyes
Future was a dream, just some words
Now it’s wringing your arms dry
I tried to read on
My brother asks for $60 cash
He’s got to pay his cab fare
Discharged from Hoag
He swore to the bone over and over
Note after note
It’s gotta be—no
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Passing Notes
02:35
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I miss when your ghost haunted my room
Cause my room, I could dance around
You reached out your hands from the curb
Not to touch, but to write
And I tried to read on
I tried to read on
The crimson that you spoke strengthened my roots
Til I saw his full account
The future was a dream, just a curse
Now it’s wringing your arms dry
I literally read letters
Red letters turned an awful brownish blue
I tried to read on
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Write On
02:27
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Beautiful minds don’t think alike
They threaten the tide
You should think twice before you go and write
That book that could make you a born again punchline
Your digging will bite the throat of all time
The roots feed the vine
So cut and you’ll die
And burn on the other side
Your stomach will lie
It won’t make you wise
Knowledge means fire
Knowledge is fire
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Read On
03:52
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The tree of knowledge gave me death
So I pledge to never read again
The word was all splendor
Now it’s just paper and a pen
You should defend the truth
Cause we only deal in absolutes
Seven days is seven days
No matter what Peter says
I breathe the meaning beyond fact check
Only to feel your tax on my head
The who and why became how and when
What you’ll get and where you’re gonna pay for it
Visiting in-laws at the request of my wife
They begged us to stay, so we stayed a few nights
Then a group of five came and passed her around a few times
I tried to read on
You should defend the truth
Cause we only deal in absolutes
Heaven’s saved for the afraid
So I’ll keep reading you
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Hellbound
04:41
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I see you cure
Curate the ones that try too hard
That want it too much
Like I did
I could forgive him
But I won’t do it
I hold my grudges
Close to my chest
Fight life and limb
Heart is your cardinal sin
Fly, passion pangs, stay away
Underneath his wings
Cause I know I’m nuts
And I still fight for his love
I could forgive them
They’re doing their best
And I’m sure they’ve got their reasons
There’s no solace in the leather, the rain, or the gold
It’s all violence and tethers and shiny paper hope
You call the silence a letter that says “my love is close”
I want to buy it
I know I’m nuts
I still fight for his love
God, I fought hellbound
God, I don’t think we’re going in the ground
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I saw when your leg grew out
I found you there again the next week
You managed to limp, back-bent and shaken up
To hold your heavy head, you carry a lot
Whatever it takes to make sense of pain
Whatever it means to have you healed like me
Cause I require a soul to save
Put his needs away
Depressive pyre, take my blanket
Throw your meds away
It's been two weeks with a note and a pen
Cause you need permanent
I'm glad it didn't take
You labor to limp back bent on holy hands
You step to throw it off
I know you carry a lot
I require a soul to save
Put your needs away
Depressive pyre, take my blanket
Throw your meds away
Whatever it takes to make sense of pain
Whatever it means to heal like I can heal you
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Brace for a timely invite
Tone deaf and shining so bright
Came back for the morning cup when you said, "where you hanging these days?"
All grace went through the window when you called me by my brother's name
Chased by a timely invite
Sprinkling in you're speaking this time
(Tone deaf and shining so bright)
I caught you cold with the cardamom
A plague of ego and internet moms affirm your take
I poured on
Came back for the morning cup when you saw me and I turned your hair gray
All grace went out the window when you paid in prayer and faith
I caught you cold with the cardamom
A plague of ego and internet moms
I caught you cold with a firebomb
A plague of ego and internet moms
I could not take it
The affirmation
The self-importance
I could not take it
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12. |
Better Rug (Bonus Track)
04:02
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Combing grounds and push away
A perfect pull and weight
Remnants loiter in the floor drain
Hiding out like the last time you closed
And you sold your better excuse
Buy a better rug
Cut the letter up
The sirens ring near my home
Do you think your hands hold weight that mine don't?
And you sold your better excuse
Buy a better rug
Cut the letter up
I still wanna believe you
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Dogwood (Bonus Track)
03:41
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We held it down--believe and our family
And sing what we could sing
And hope for an ending
Remember we sang
The dogwood and redbud hover over your head
They carry your eyes like I will carry your bed
So we wait it out and sing what we could sing
And hoped for an ending
All while we held him down
Remember we sang
The dogwood and redbud hover over your head
They carry your eyes like I will carry your bed
While buried in your left arm, I waited
For peace like a river to capsize your pillow
The billowing branches staple dent in a line
Sweaty your forehead and stormy your mind
Remember we sang
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