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Tiny Sailboats
02:12
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Grew apart and it felt ok
Slept in the same bed but had nothing to say
I could name the flowers and
You all the songs
Tried to finish the puzzle
But the pieces were all wrong
It’s too bad (it’s just too bad)
There was nothing we could do
I only wanted to be the sun for you
I only wanted to be the sun for you
Tiny sailboats almost tipped
Past the cattail beds, caught in a sulking wind
I went ahead and made us
Some PB&J’s
So we could lay on the dock and guess
Which boat would be the first to sway
It’s so sad (it’s just too bad)
There was nothing we could do
I only wanted to be the sun for you
I only wanted to be the sun for you
I only wanted to be with you
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Juniper Fume
02:50
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Sorry I slept through it
Underneath the coffee table
When my bed was only
Five feet away
You were about to tell
Me something important,
Or maybe it was the other
Way around this time
I never meant to ignore you
I know one gymnastic trick
My hands end up somewhere
By my feet. Bending like a
Hot steel frame in your doorway,
I guess I am at peace here
With the orgy in my neck
I never meant to worry you
I never meant to worry you
I never meant to kiss you
Or almost topple the bookshelf
But I’m glad I saw you in the morning
Two people away from me
On our mattress conglomerate
That spanned the entire floor
I never meant to love you
I never meant to love you
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Patapsco State Park
02:30
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The pines were just like
The ink blot tests
The blood from my mouth
Your shoelace untied
Your eyes leaked
We brought you inside
Watch the mantis
Burn off his arms
By candlelight
We may swallow it whole
The blank spaces between
All the words that you wrote
Held more meaning
I had to choke
One hand in the dirt
Was comfort to me
Two hands pressing down
Sickened me
Ten firecrackers
We lit them at night
Green army men
With no one left
To make them fight
The graveyard was just like
The church carnival
The ghosts in your mouth
Your bruised eye
The pines were just like
The ink blot tests
The blood from my mouth
The foxes cry
Reaching for your hand
I just feel bone
We may swallow it whole
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HUMID / HOLLOW
01:57
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Porch cave
Moth balls
You gave away
My bird cage
Glue stick
Nesting doll
Only ate
Butter
Mail truck
paper weight
Left your book
On the beach
Old phones
Summer shade
Weaving through
The trailer park
I don't want to go inside
Can I wait in the car?
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Friend From Home Seattle, Washington
Matt and Isabelle wrote these songs with super-producer Quinky Jones.
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