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fertilizer
04:24
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i hope that when i die i'll be outside in the dead of winter
i'd like to decompose beneath the snow and when it melts you can
find my bones
down deep beneath your boots among the roots i'll softly slumber
and when the flowers bloom a day too soon you'll know i'm waving from
six feet under
it took me far too long
to realize 2x
nothing grows in a garden until
it's fertilized 2x
inside my chest is a cardinal's nest that lies in waiting
she's patient and formless
my windowless fortress
and inside my head is a flower bed that's yearning kindly to
crack my skull into pieces
it took me far too long
to realize 2x
nothing grows in a garden until
it's fertilized 2x
it took me far too long
it's been eleven months since then
and i'm still here
singing the same song
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mountain
02:41
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i thought i saw a mountain laughing
at the shadow he was casting
over me
the sun on his back his face in the darkness
along with the whole county
he beckoned us approach
and his voice bellowed loudly
i begged them not to go
but they all marched on without me
and the earth beneath us quaked
as he issued his demand
a simple sacrifice to please the
new god of our land
feed all your acorns to the cave
and hear them rattle into the dark
as your squirrels go mad with hunger
they'll gnaw off all your bark
with the trees all bare
there'll be no place to hide your insects
and the birds will feast
until they're all too fat to get back to their nests
and the mountain only laughed
as the little birdies flapped their helpless wings
with the eggs all undefended
the birds' lineage is ended come next spring
and with the birds all gone
in the mornings when you wake
you'll open up your window
and lament that there is
no one left to sing
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folding chair
03:19
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i collapsed, not like a dying star, but a folding chair
i was mangled, not like a car wreck, more like unwashed hair
and i've seen people crash and burn like works of art
but i don't crash and burn, i just fall apart
i just want to go home
nothing's stopping me, but i'm still sitting and staring at my phone
all alone in this parking lot
if i came here for a reason i forgot
i forgot how to be a normal person
somewhere along the way i shed my skin and became an urchin
who can't look you in the eye or say "hello"
who can't tell you what's the matter because it doesn't really know
i just want to go home
nothing's stopping me, but i'm still sitting and staring at my phone
all alone in this parking lot
if i came here for a reason i forgot
i'm not really tragic, i'm just bad
i'm not someone special, i'm just sad
sometimes i think about it and i get (###)
this is the most mediocre night i've ever had
i was alone before
now i'm alone again
it's all my fault
i am all regret
i'm not really tragic, i'm just bad
i'm not someone special, i'm just sad
sometimes i think about it and i get (!!!)
this is the most mediocre night i've ever had
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wisdom tooth
02:39
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she slept softly beneath the moon
with thirty-two teeth in her head
pain digging from the roots of her jaw
and dripping quickly down her neck
spreading hard to the tips of her toes
until all her fingers bled
until she rested in a shallow pool
of loving blood upon her bed
they say that wisdom comes with age
but so does unimaginable pain
she wept softly beneath the roof
of an old house with bells on the door
water pouring from her eyes to her palms
and spilling on the hardwood floor
the planks soaked and filled with tears
until they could hold no more
and all at once her room became
an ocean crashing on the shore
they say that wisdom comes with age
but so does unimaginable pain
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5. |
where your heart goes
02:47
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hevn only knows sometimes
where your heart goes
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