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it wants you to be a part of this world

i didn't think i'd see you leaving.
a loud crowd of drenched colored people
smoke dangles in the air
this is a dark omen
so indulge in the fog of shimmering colors

beckoning you, it wants you to be a part of this world
the one you can't describe
your vision is useless, its too bright
you go deaf with your eardrums pounding,
with a pulse beating your mind
until your blind

when you recognized me you froze in the sand
how can i make you re consider
leaving hasn't left our long list of options
options you're forced me to chose
capsule's apart
my arms absorb you
to hold us together
my chest caves into your heart
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we breathe in, and out
and
we regret,
and
we forget
and
we regret
and
we forget
and we forget to remember




you can't have a cake and eat it to

we blend to the exact shade that we were born in
we make ourselves the exact shape, to fit the mold
to hold the fort, to grow old
we shrink into ourselves in folds
we breathe in the nothingness

the contrast so blinding, but its everywhere
it bleeds through my eyelids
but i cant open my eyes to see it

i really really need a glass of water
cold sweat has frozen me to my sheets
left to melt as the sun rises

am i expected to recharge?

the light hits the curtain, and the night was wasted



C
i'm laying in my bed,
E
trying to slow my heart down
C
i just jacked off
E
and i cant stop
C
and i can't stop
E
breathing so goddamn fast


C E
i lay in my bed for a while,
Am E
debating to smoke or shower,
C Am
take a bike ride, or write a song
C Am Em Am
but i hit my pipe, then reach for the bong

D
more like dreaming about
taking a shower
riding a bike,
C
or writing a song

A
i decided to go with the best of four choices,
C
i breathe purple smoke
Am
to tame my pulse
C
my mind unfolds,
G
and this is the result

and thats the result of all that is THIS

the result of all that is THIS
the result of all this
the result of all that is THIS
the result of all this






plugs.


slug green, and begging for more liquor






glowing fuzz seeps into the pours of your skin
poison dribbles down your sun-kissed arm
the matinee is cheap, i've got tickets to the 3 o clock
poison pours down your throat
we decide to walk,

on the way we see a couple sitting together on a bench
he's holding her like a newborn flower
struck by that sight,
i turn to you
i want to know what you think
i want to know what you see
the look you mean to be on your face
as we tripped through the daisies
we played old games my grandma tought me

tickling the back of my neck for sometime now
you've been there, you know it and like it
just a little further you say not believing your own words
our legs go soggy, we collapse into folds of old records, and tv shows

tend to your fireplace

i'm laying on the sidewalk waiting for you,
and your planting mouse traps in my neighbors house