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Two Views of Saturn
02:37
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i tell myself start loving yourself
but god, hate is so much easier
nothing to fear nothing to doubt
i will stop and count to ten
(two, three four...)
just remember what you see
is just once side of me
but there are two views of saturn
i want to show you both
but i can't and i know
you'll get scared of this monster
i'm not dead but i'm not alive either
am i making any sense?
maybe i just need some sleep
maybe i'll throw up rubies and pearls
instead of vomit this time
maybe glitter will bleed from my gums
instead of actual blood this time
maybe flowers will eat my dead body
instead of maggots this time
maybe i just need some sleep and when i wake
i'll feel better this time
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Immature Lovers At Best
03:27
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skin was so soft
but my lips were dry
and all the words i said
wouldn't come out right
could you tell that i liked you
from the first day we met
it sounds silly, i know
but it's true, oh it's true
i see beautiful things around you
and i hope you see those things
around me too
flowers grow from within your veins
and i can't help but think to myself
that i'm lucky
lucky to be loved by you
i like you more than
a lot of things
i used to want to die
but you make me want to live
i swear i saw you in my dreams once
it sounds silly, i know
but it's true, oh it's true
they may say we're immature lovers, at best
but i've never loved anyone
as much as i love you
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A Dream For The Ages
03:34
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i should've been asleep hours ago
but my mind moves so fast when i'm alone
i think about everything i should have said
then everything i did say and wish i was dead
i'm too logical too methodical
you're out of this world, astrological
i think Iim ok when i go to bed
i think about you then i'm weak again
this dream is a horror comedy
i'm dying with a laugh track on repeat
you melt away into shades of gray
saying "who needs this anyway"
this dream is a gorey romance movie
american psycho and a beauty
i fall apart right from the start
then i wake up again
i should've gotten up hours ago
but my dreams keep me anchored below
the thought of you won't leave my head
everything you do and everything that you've said
you're so wonderful so unusual
i'm a mess and such a fool
i finally make my way out of bed
and try to think of the day ahead
i'm too logical too methodical
you're out of this world, astrological
you're so wonderful so unusual
i'm just a mess and such a fool
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take my hand
this January romance is far too
grand pianos playing as we
sip cherry cola and talk about our
past lives
oh honey dear
there is a side of you i just can't
bare skin touches burning me
alive once again eyes wide open and
i can't sleep
but when i do i dream of
glittery blue dripping down your face
ooey gooey cherry blood all over the place
clock work hearts aren't easily replaced
pretty hues of purple all over your face
oh darling
your lack of emotions is
startling me to the point that i can't
breathe normally baby i can't see
flowers fill my lungs
tear me apart
destruction is a helpless form of
art-tistc realization in the night
time dead quiet loud mind
and i cant sleep
but when i do i dream of
the map of your face is so beautifully flawed
imposter Imposter you must be a fraud
living easily in your little facade
you play innocent and i'll play God
you took my hand
the dream ended but it wasn't
planned that you'd fall in love with death
and now i'd rather be ghost hunting
for you
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Press Play
02:11
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i'm a VHS tape
play me and hear what i have to say
i'm bad angles
shaking hands recording
only good memories on the TV
all the sad stuff you don't see
play it back, hear it again
the good times will never end
erase what we've made
rip out the memories from the tape
it's ok i's ok i's ok
i'll make new ones anyway
(rewind and rewind and rewind...)
fuzzy images
a picture diary of what became
just a big mistake
a waste of time a waste of tape
i can promise you
that i've burned every last one
every trace of you
every laugh and all the fun
but i can't forget
oh, i can't forget
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i wrote my autobiography
titled it
a history of being afraid
cos that's all i'll ever be
a small bundle of anxiety
i dedicated my autobiography
to all of my demons
and the ghosts of
those i love
i guess i'm ok
kind of
i die in the winter
and come alive again in spring
if i tell you that i'm ok
just know i might be lying
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