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Bruised Fruit
03:27
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We sit on roman candles
Hoping that we hit the moon
And our fireworks will never see
The death that’s so apparent
When soaring through the air
We bathe in golden sunlight
Hoping we become siblings of the stars
And the burn that is apparent
Will be soothed by cool water
Instead of each other’s arms
A foolish girl can know no words better than the truth
That is to say each one that’s said has the nature of bruised fruit
We stained our teeth on bashful grapes
And gulp from crystal glasses
Hoping to ease timid minds
Looser lips are more equipped
When talking from the vine
Let’s pretend we’re a piece of mythology
Living and breathing in a work of dichotomy
Spinning in an ellusive humanity
Until we proved all love stories insanity
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Baby Boy in a Bassinet
03:10
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I saw the cigarette smoke finding
You had your excuse to leave
I knew that you would be watching
If I had laid down my feet
Your cigarette smoke was blinding
And it was your excuse to leave
I was the one was watching for you
When you went out to sea
Your cigarette smoke was blinding
Why did you have an excuse to leave
I was the one who was watching out for you
When you went out to sea
Did you forget that I was there when you’d bleed?
Did you forget that I was there when you’d bleed?
Did you forget that I was there when you’d bleed?
Did you forget that I was there when you’d bleed?
Your cigarette smoke was blinding
It put a hole in your chest
I wish I was never there to witness
The bate of your breath
Your cigarette smoke was blinding
It put a hole in your chest
I wish I was never there to witness
The sacred beat in your breast
Your cigarette smoke was blinding
It was your excuse to leave
Did you forget that I was the one who was watching
I was there for you when you’d bleed
I was there for you when you’d bleed
I was there for you when you’d bleed
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Life of the Party
02:09
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I used to be the life of the party
I used be a lover
But no one wanted me to love them
So I began to hate
I used to be the life of the party
I used to have friends
But no one had time to lend me
So I began to waste mine
And then I realized that I am on a sinking ship
And then I realized your lips wouldn’t solve my problems
And then I realized I am on a sinking ship
Where only your lips would create my problems
I used to be the light of a life
I used to have faith
But no one understood it
When I gave it to them
I began to fade
I used to be the light in someone’s eye
I used to be seen
As the girl with all the impossible dreams
I began to lose mine
And then I realize that I’m on a sinking ship
And then I realize that your lips wouldn’t solve my problems
And then I realized that I am on a sinking ship
Where your lips were the cause of all my problems
And I realize that I’m on this stupid sinking ship
And I realize that I will probably never be leaving it
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4. |
Just Friends
04:13
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I never told you I loved you
Because I didn’t
And I didn't want to
I never told you I wanted to be your girlfriend
You assumed
And ran away
I never told you how I wished
Your eyes were blue
Instead of brown
But I like to look at them anyway
And even if they aren’t turned my way
I’ll still imagine
I’m running through them
I just want to be friends
I never told you how tan you were
Comparatively to me
But I guess you could’ve figured that out
You told me that you couldn’t tie your shoes
And when seeing them tied
I remember acting joyously surprised
I never told you how I hated to watch you walk
I was always behind you
Picking up the shit you dropped
I never told you how you’re everything I really don’t need
But I’m still magnetized by the need
To be in your company
I just want to be friends
I think I need to find new friends
Because mine seem not to have any time to lend me
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Jane Layne Boston, Massachusetts
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