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The Grey Ocean
09:25
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the GREY OCEAN
Was it something that I said? That made the conversation drop dead. I won't do it again. I promise to shut up if you just tell me when.
At 3:31 we started talking. By 3:46 it was going fine. At 3:55 you said something. At 3:56 I replied, and you didn't.
A bird cropped into a circle. With a made-up name to the side. I've given it too much power: will we ever get outside? I don't know who I'm talking to. I can't remember your face. White text has taken over. I guess that's enough to be driven insane.
(Nothing makes sense) maybe I'm just being unfair. I could send the offer to do something, but now I think I'm too scared. They say: it won't get better itself. It's best not to hide the emotion. But talking doesn't mean anything, when all our words get thrown into the grey ocean.
Was it something that I said? That made all my hopes drop dead. I won't do it again. But it's too late now.
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Could Talk
02:38
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COULD TALK
Surely I must annoy you; I'm always dropping the ball. It seems when you need me the most, I say nothing at all. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know I messed up" will never do any good. It's just I am physically unable to say the things I should.
"Yeah, okay, uh-huh, cool" is all I can ever say around you. If I don't learn how to talk, I'm sure I'll regret it a lot. It would be neat if you could stay, and make all my insecurities go away. But if I don't learn how to talk, then none of that will happen.
I've got everything planned out. Three words are all I need. But when the opportunity presents itself, all I'll do is recede. Regret starts to sink itself in, and all I can do is watch. And lie in bed and repeat to myself "you know I love you a lot"
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Sun Town
03:34
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SUN TOWN
I'm
Walking on the beach. The rocks they hurt my feet. The water's cold. The place where the water meets the sky in the distance is divided by Bell Island and two other small, uninhabited islands. Here, you only have a few choices: keep walking, hoping that staying in motion will keep you slightly warm in the -10 degree air, or, sit at one of those sad picnic benches with the paint chipping off, trying to admire the view, ignoring the wind. Or leave. But I can't.
Sun: why don't you come around? Why do you hate my town so much?
Sun: why don't you show your face? I'm in such a dark place without you.
Why
Does the air get so cold? It makes me feel so old when I shake. I cry when I can see my breath. I feel so close to death this month.
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LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO BLAME
Summer is winter without snow. There's nowhere on earth where the wind won't blow. And do the planets annoy the sun? They'll only be masticated one by one.
I'm looking for something to blame.
I will freeze if it is right for you. From down here it's a wonderful view. We ran around and licked cream off of spoons. We seemed to forget the earth would spin so soon.
And it's such a shame. Contentment burns in flames. It's not fair to blame. But I always act the same.
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Snowing In November
02:03
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I WROTE THIS SONG WHILE EATING LUNCH ALONE AT SCHOOL
Sitting by yourself in a classroom with headache inducing lights. You're probably eating a sandwich or something. There are other people in the room, but to you can only see them. Do you know what I mean? You can see other people, and that's about it.
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Highrise
03:19
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HIGHRISE
These past few years I've been vacant. Only an eyesore completely blatant. Unoccupied, unmaintained, on the ground that I've stained.
I am a highrise on fire, and when I'm done burning I will collapse in on myself. I will not hurt anybody else.
The skyline will have a scar removed. The skyline will be much improved. I will be on national TV for everyone to see. I don't want anyone to see me.
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One Way Street
04:15
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ONE WAY STREET
In a thousand years my fossils will be found, from times I've wasted laying on the ground. Solve each equation, and show all your workings.
Telephone poles and lampposts on the street, with sewer systems underneath your feet, with wires in the sky. No one bats an eye.
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Without Me
04:12
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WITHOUT ME
Think of all the things that you could do Without Me.
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