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Lie awake in endless twilight
And zone out on this thought of you
Greet the morning kiss of sunlight
That starts to fill up your room
Before I head to work, deliberately distracted
By the ringing in my head, starts to hurt
Because I need to get some rest
Devil in the darkness catches my eye
Holding erasers up towards the sky
We're down by the docks
We're down by the water
Under northwest sky
Under northwest sky
Under northwest sky
Back at home I'm on the couch
Realize I forgot to go to bed
Discarded lyrics and seltzer cans
Form a halo around my head
So I cross the street against the light
Cross my fingers today's the day
The city bus decides to put me in my place
I feel like I should say I'm sorry
But if I am than what's it for?
Pretty soon I'll be 31
With a decade sleeping on strangers floors
And drifting from one friendship to the next
Like a freight container ship
That's drifted way off course
Making small talk with the stranger
Whose always passed out on my stoop
I help him clean up empties
And I get a text from you
Devil in the darkness catches my eye
Holding erasers up towards the sky
Lie awake in endless twilight
And zone out on this thought of you
Under northwest sky
Under northwest sky
Under northwest sky
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I am your song played twenty times in a row this morning
The feeling never saturated and never getting boring
I am the falling asleep by the fountain at Lincoln Center
I am the Astoria cut on my leg that won't get better
I am a misty walk on a north New England evening
I am the insomniac calmed down by the sound of your breathing
I am a disruption and a mess and a burden
And you help me put my head on right,
So I can start sleeping
When I got back the first thing I saw
Was a speeding ticket sent by the cops
From one of those red light cameras that I guess I didn't see
The limit was 25 and they caught me going 30
And I collapsed on my kitchen floor
When I realized I hadn't slept in 36 hours
And ten minutes later
I passed out in the shower
It's sunsets over factories
That keep me out of reality
It's a 45 hour drive
It's a Baltimore wrist tattoo
It's another world that I'm trying not to fall through
I am the wanting to hold you on a Queens apartment roof
i am the feeling oblivious and then trying to act aloof
I am the thousand yard stare in a Richmond, Virginia gay bar
I am no streetlight, I am just a bunch of dying stars
And I am lazy. I'm ambitious. I'm professionally insane
I'm the violent fucking turbulence on my return home plane
I am a disruption and a mess and a burden
And you are me peeling full speed into the passing lane
It's sunsets over factories
That keep me out of reality
It's a 45 hour drive
It's a Baltimore wrist tattoo
It's another world that I'm trying not to fall through
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K.O. OK? (Demo)
04:13
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You lost your wallet in the rain of the biggest storm we'd had in over 30 years
The water spilled through the doors and we just sat knee deep in the puddles of your car
Before we opened the windows and swam out pretending that the parking lot was a swimming pool
And spilled like cooking oil into each others arms
This is the first time that I spoke today
And I've been wearing the same clothes for a few days
I've been having a hard time eating
And I don't know. I'm just feeling strange.
Instant K.O. okay?
You're a toaster oven pizza
And I'm damn glad to meet ya
You're spring anesthesia
And I'm not
All the colors lie in waiting
Some fun and some frustrating
You say it's getting aggravating
That I'm not really here
This is the first time I left the house this week
I'm not sure what's going on with me
Something everyone else can see
That I'm not fully here
Am I awake or am I still dreaming?
Walking around or am I still sleeping?
I'm not really here.
Am I awake or am I still dreaming?
Walking around or am I still sleeping?
I'm not really here.
The sadness in my skull and I don't want to tell you what I'm thinking about
'Cause if I do than I'm scared you won't know what I'm talking about
Some fun and some frustrating
You say it's getting aggravating
That I'm not really here
I'm not really here.
I'm not really here.
It's like this:
You're the Sno-Caps, long lash
Found you at the pharmacy
Skipping stones and honey bees
The distance is killing me
It's Twizzlers in the ambulance
M+M's and abstinence
Reese's Pieces, Almond Joy
Molasses for the cowboys
It's fireballs at traffic jams.
Cowtales when we hold hands
Honey in the back row
And ice cream when the sun gets low
It's Crunch Bars at the crystal skull
We're having fun, we're getting dull
Insomnia, anxiety
And everything that I can't be
Burnt sugar in the trash can
Midnight rental moving van
Quickly fading attention spans
Working off of different plans
Fun Dip, Pixie Sticks
Speech bubbles made of cake mix
A kiss before I hit the bricks
Ketchup blood french fry crucifix
Make a spreadsheet in the darkness
Get it together
Put it over a campfire and breathe it in forever
Pour all of these stories out into the ether
Be less of a panic and more of a sleeper
Am I awake or am I still dreaming?
Walking around or am I still sleeping?
I'm not really here.
Am I awake or am I still dreaming?
Walking around or am I still sleeping?
I'm not really here.
The sadness in my skull and I don't want to tell you what I'm thinking about
'Cause if I do than I'm scared you won't know what I'm talking about
Some fun and some frustrating
You say it's getting aggravating
I can't decide if I'm okay or if I need to just shut up and then stop.
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