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REM Sleep
02:21
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you’re not special at all
you’re not special at all
you’re kinda thick in the middle
and you’re not even that tall
we hardly talk day to day
and when we do its ok
the words you say they’re not precious
no they’re not memorable
but i had a dream
we made out in the gym
yeah you turned off the lights
and put your hands on my thighs
and i started to feel
like this was something i wanted
and then i woke up
what the fuck
i wanna look up your sign
see if the stars make me like you
just give me the tiniest clue
why I’m closing my eyes
yeah and i had a dream
that you took off your shirt
and it wasn’t that great
but my mind made it work
and you turned off the lights
put your face next to mine
and then i woke up
what the fuck
so when i see you today
when I’m out by my locker
I’m gonna make my lips pucker
and see if you turn your head
maybe its better instead
if i just go by unnoticed
make no intention to close this
and save the dreams for my bed
but every night
when I’m slipping under
into REM sleep
fingertips on your number
thinking bout the last time
that we both said hi
quietly and then passed
without more than a smile
yeah i’m starting to feel
this is something i want now
this is something i need now
this is something i crave
then i start with a wake
in the brightness of day
and i turn to get up
what the fuck
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2. |
Ghost
02:09
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october was an easy run
but i had jumped the gun
and started to trip over
something in the way he said my name
didn’t seem the same
than when he said it
weeks ago
maybe had i angel-fied
with cameos in dreams
flying through the open window
pale, gravity-free
could that ghost be me
november was the darker time
i became aligned
with all his true intentions
he never wanted anything
but coffee in the morning
the oil in the engine
but i was so dignified
although i felt a scream
flying through my shuttered mouth
begging to be free
cause he had ghosted me
i combed my hair twenty times
and bit the apple core
old grandmother magic
that don’t do a thing no more
the ghost outside the lore
maybe had i angel-fied
with cameos in dreams
flying through the open window
pale, gravity-free
could that ghost be me
begging to be free
cause he had ghosted me
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3. |
Black Hole
01:27
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i lie awake in bed
because there’s no way of telling
if the case that’s down the road
has any way of spreading
and it hangs over the city
over the country
over the world
and i think of my life
versus ten thousand
ten thousand to one little girl
and whats the point of making yourself
scream inside with terror
at the thought of telling someone
that you want to know them better
when the clock upon the wall
above us all is ticking faster
I’m a mess we’re all just messy people
dying ever after
i’m running down a hallway
and the door is getting smaller
and behind there’s only nothing
there’s no light and there’s no colour
when i die i’ll have no eyes
i’ll have no teeth i’ll have no hair
there’s a black hole in the centre
and i’ll not even be there
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4. |
Over
03:05
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i just want to hold your face
i just want to leave this place
i just want a feather down
i just want november now
i just want to say
i’m over i’m over it anyway
i don’t need an awful lot
i don’t need the friends i got
i don’t need my little job
i don’t need to mourn the loss
i just need to say
i’m over i’m over it anyway
i think i make circles too
i think i’m obsessed with you
i think i just think too small
i think i don’t think at all
i don't think i'll say
i’m over it over it anyway
i’m over it over it anyway
i see sad girls turn to dust
over mistaken games of lust
i see nothing when i reflect
maybe i’m just dust myself
maybe there will come a day
when i will be over it anyway
i'm over it over it anyway
i'm over
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