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Tapeworm/Unoriginal
02:43
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[oh shit. ive been pinged in a group chat. goddamn!]
i hope i leave my room untidy
just to prove i lived a life
i am nothing but a hybrid
walking in the skin of everyone ive loved
when they see the paint and dirty cups
on my desk
they wont think
of all the friends ive left behind
theyll say he was an artist
and he was a poet
and he was a writer
and i know who wrote it
i havent had an original thought in my head
since i was a kid
and its starting to wear me down
i am nothing but a tapeworm
lifting resources from others
and i sit
and watch them bleed creativity
and i take, and i take, and i take
i am nothing but a worthless
waste of time and space and money
and when i die
all i lack
will be visible in my open wounds
theyll say he was a writer
and he was a poet
and he was an artist
but i know who painted it first
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i'll take every photograph down
and i will take every thumbtack
out of these aching walls
and i will fill all the holes
with toothpaste or plaster
and i will figure out a way for you to keep your security deposit
its the least i could do
to still feel close to you
and i will miss waking up to you
and i will miss
every argument that lead to this point
and i will miss
at least the point where i felt loved
even if it was you
closing the bedroom door on me
and i admit ive never been broken up with before
its always been me making the final move
i dont know what im supposed to do
i dont know what im supposed to do
fuck youuuu
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3. |
Minnesota Blues
01:17
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minnesota blue
over the night sky
the sun never really sets
minnesota blue
im getting pretty used
to waking up at half past 2:00
minnesota blue
the night sky is filled
with echos of the day
and i dont know
how long it will take
before im used
to minnesota blues
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4. |
Over Baltimore
02:22
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i stare down at baltimore
from a thousand miles above
watching clusters of houses
coil around each other like snakes
in the cold
houses in rows
following the river like stones
it makes you feel too small
and i know
that the ride home
will hurt more
without my hand in yours
so i take the train
and i sit in the freezing rain
and remember you telling me how it smells
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