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Flycatcher
02:28
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I want to die in a suit and tie to save the home some trouble of dressing me up. I've been writing my own eulogies since the day that I turned eighteen. Started losing family and best friends, cause frankly, we're dropping like flies. Started growing out of hypocrisy, and small amounts of hostility but I can never pass up the chance to fight with my self all over the things that I haven't done to prevent the loss of having fun.
You're not impressing anyone here with all your stories of having sex and getting high in far-off places, unknown. You never really listened to me.
Dad's getting older every time that I see him and it's scaring the holy shit out of me. Mom's getting older every time that I see her and it's scaring the holy shit out of me.
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Dead Animals
02:27
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You have our friends calling me, saying they saw you yesterday. It's as if none of us remember three years ago you passed away. I tried to tell you why I am the way I think I am but you just brushed it off, well at least one of us is used to that open casket. Red-tailed hawk with a broken neck, with eyes of Orion, it happens every year. God dresses up as a nature's reserve. Firestone at 5am, white horse risen from the dead. Can't imagine chaining those ankles up, and dragging that beast to the grave. I know it's selfish to say that you're the one that left us for dead by dying. It's said on impulse because of how much we miss you and how much we want you back.
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Cultivate my skin to let the ink settle in. The lines will blur and the colors will fade but I'll still remember what they were to me, and how it could've ended differently if you were to just stay in the car instead of riding home alone. I'm breathing in all the margins of white in the stacks of sketchbooks that I keep in my room. It's forty milligrams for breakfast in the morning and forty percent before I can go to sleep. I've been killing myself ever since you passed away. I'm still feeling the guilt that's stained on Outer Drive.
I've been looking for you in a brown paper bag, so I can pull you like a rabbit from a fucking hat, because it's no fun drinking with this guardian angel that you've made for myself.
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Meeting Molly Melancholy
03:21
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We're going to a pantsless party with a big read bear. You're beautiful dancing over there, while I'm here crippled on the floor. I'm not dramatic, I just ask the bigger questions because I believe in brevity especially in conversation.
Well it turns out: we can do whatever the fuck we want to do, as long as we don't bring anyone else down with us.
So I'm not going to interrupt you with that guy you're already talking to. Seems much better than me with that beautiful Robert Downey Jr. complexion.
Rachel Who? It's probably best you never knew me.
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Bartholomew
02:11
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Friends can't fit in pockets, but maybe a photograph can, until it withers from the oils in your hands from night after night of being alone, and wishing you could just go home. Close my eyes and we're dying. Sacrificial Mayan. Hey Matt, I swear to God the carpet's getting on moving. When you're gone I hear the voice in a whisper telling my that I cannot be free of all the shit that I can never hear.
Bartholomew statue. You're silver will shine through. Save it for later they said, well that "later" became "now". Friends can't fit in pockets, but maybe a written testament of friendship can, until it withers away and we can't remember what the words say.
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I'm changing my acts of sedation in response to sociality and places that I'm told I need to be. Well it turns out that all of these things are just up to me and everything isn't really out to get me, ultimately.
So, my hair is falling out. In times of desperation, we see epitome of character in all our friends and family. When this shit storm comes to a calm o will you marry my melancholy?
I threw out all my friends in exchange for some piece of mind, and I never got them back.
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Five Pieces of Exodia
02:48
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