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Cash
02:56
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I haven't washed my pants in weeks
But you don't think that horse shit stinks.
Maybe that's how you tolerate me
When my throat swells up and my skin turns pink:
You find intrinsic value
In ugly things
Like when your face lights up when it starts to rain.
The sentiment is contagious.
And I like that.
I like that like you like cash.
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Six Figures
02:44
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I've been gone for a little while but now I'm here to stay
So get out your CRT and stop pretending that your busy.
Damn it feels good to be home.
Does my one finger express what I feel about your six figures?
Since when has life's quality been perceived by the zeros in your salary?
Your so fixated on your spit-shined shoes you overlook your shit-shined motives
And failed to recognize that joy comes as we
Emulate your best self, not imitate the best of somebody else.
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Derby Hill
04:52
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You have holes in your pants
In all the right places
And right now your hand fits perfectly in mine.
Your hazel eyes
Are stunning all of the time
While mine have always been a bit more selective depending on
The gleam of this moment
Is perfect in every way.
So we'll both ignore the reality it's temporary
And get lost in each other together.
A photographic memory isn't always a good thing.
When certain eidetic memories
Are singed into me.
I can still feel the warmth of your skin melting into mine.
And see the shade of yellow in your dress on the day we said goodbye.
I was numb to the feeling
Then you penned the letter.
The words on that page bound me to guilt
Like a fetter.
Now I just can't seem to get to sleep, just can't seem to find the peace
Still can't seem to get to sleep, still can't seem to find the peace.
If age is just a number
And distance is just a word
Then all those songs I wrote when I was eighteen and sent to you
I still carry every word.
It's not getting any lighter.
We had holes in our plans
In all the wrong places
But right then your hand fit perfectly in mine.
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I.C.P.
03:17
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I like the way that our eyes meet
From opposite sides of the room
And I like the way that you look away
As if I didn't see you.
I like the way your emotional.
I love all your highs and your lows.
And I like the way that time seems to be so irrelevant
When we are alone.
Because you're like a fire
And my mind is like a tumbleweed
That's been tossed in your general direction
And completely consumed by your energy.
Now when I close my eyes to visualize beauty
I see you.
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Ivory
05:26
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Alone in my room I feel at home
A place where I can finally let my mind be free to roam
Into the darkest depths that I can muster.
Into the corners to clean the cobwebs and the clutter.
Can an idea be a contagion?
Because there's been one plaguing me
For some time now.
It's about how
There's evil in every human being.
Your finger is pointed up the river
And right now that's all you see.
A destination that screams, "Fortune!"
Whatever the cost may be.
So what's your God?
Because it seems like it's ivory.
And what you seek is what you end up being.
But all my friends, they remind me
not through words, but through their deeds
The beaty embedded in humanity.
Can an idea be medication?
Because there's been one saving me.
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6. |
Dear Friend
04:51
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How are your feet recovering
From the shots that you fire into them weekly?
The skeletons in your closet aren't as friendly as they used to be
Are they?
You're cyclically cynical
Always wondering
"Do past actions define me?"
Maybe your're more
Than a tally sheet of good and bad decisions that you've made
In recent memory.
And if you'd like outwards for just a moment
You'd recognize the difference you've been having on this place.
You should know by now
That when your heart is bleeding
To let it bleed on paper
Because the portrait that it paints
Could mold a mind or save a soul.
And years from now I'll be laughing when masses know your name and sing along to all the words that you wrote in your high school journal
Back when you thought your voice was small.
If you've got something to say
Then say it
Because every generous thought that you suppress
Makes the next that much more shallow.
You're more
Than a tally sheet of good and bad decisions that you've made
In recent memory.
And if you'd like outwards for just a moment
You'd recognize the difference you've been having on this place.
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