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I’m softer now than I’ve ever been
And I bleed before I know I’m cut
I pink the foam lying in the sink
I dissolve at the lightest touch
Never knew what it would mean to me
Not sure what it means now
I need to get you near to me
Not sure if I know how
My heart’s an easy bake oven
No fire just a little bit of light
It takes some time to get me going
Will you wait for me tonight
I yield my water to the rain
I bloom when the season comes
You pry me open tenderly
Thorns pricking in your thumbs
Never knew this kind of feeling
Didn’t know I could feel this much
I’m a different kind of creature now
Is my blood cold to the touch?
My heart’s an easy bake oven
No fire just a little bit of light
It takes some time to get me going
Will you wait for me tonight
It won’t stay dark forever
Come on it’s now or never
I want to keep this bruise forever
Under our skin we bleed together
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Yr Place Or Mine
03:55
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Holding your face in both hands
Trying my best not to vomit
Giving something I don’t have
To someone who doesn’t want it
Lately I have been feeling
Like my head is on fire
Smoke circling inward
Always spiraling higher
And darling who will we both be
When we meet at the vertex
What do we have in common
Other than bad drugs and good sex?
I don’t want to fall in love with you
I hope that I don’t fall in love with you
(Your place or mine)
Feeling just like my old house
Either infested or haunted
Giving something I don’t have
To someone who doesn’t want it
Making eyes at the windows
Counting up each means of egress
Missing everything you said
Listening intently for subtext
Cutting off my soliloquy
Not to reveal myself completely
Dying just to be near you
Trying to do so discreetly
I don’t want to fall in love with you
I hope that I don’t fall in love with you
Don’t tell me
That I’m ok
I know
I feel
Profoundly sane
Going
Less deranged
All the time
These days
Free-falling
In your building's
Elevator
I don’t want to fall in love with you
I hope that I don’t fall in love with you
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The Taste of Copper
01:53
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You cut your finger
On the pull tab of
A can of coke
I stuck it in my mouth
Out of instinct
But played it off as a joke
The taste of copper
Rich and clean upon my lips
Your pulse beat thunderously
Alive inside my grip
Don’t let me get away
With not saying it
You fucking hate when I play it cool
My tongue waiting for sweetness
To untangle it
claiming I love you
like a fool
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Hold Me Down
02:14
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I used to go out
To kiss whatever resounded
I used to make light
With pressure and friction alone
Under the covers
I keep myself surrounded
Radiating
Heat just like a stone
Now it’s quiet
Now it’s cool
Now I make the dark
Out of you
In my arms
Without a sound
I get lighter than air
But you hold me down
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Fennel Flowers San Francisco, California
songer-singwriter just trying their best
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