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Pregret
03:26
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I'm just here for the inevitable loss
Setting up the ideal mourn
Taking aim at the albatross
Anticipated pain is my personal porn
Blowing every chance we get
Soaking up the pregret
Every subtle trap I set's
A scar I won't soon forget
I'm just here for the inevitable loss
Setting up the ideal mourn
Taking aim at the albatross
Anticipated pain is my personal porn
Blowing every chance we get
The traps are set
I won't forget
To soak up all the pregret
My heart's sublet
To each coquette
Stray thoughts beget
A marionette
Beset
By alphabets
Of empty subsets
Fables I don't get
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2. |
Commuter Connection
04:29
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You board the bus
The exhaust clears
As you join me in the rear
I might have quit this job a dozen times
If not for you
I couldn't bear to
Lose this shared commute
On the X Line
You board the bus
And I'm distracted
From "Speaker for the Dead"
I don't know half the bands pinned to your coat
Where is my voice?
I should tell you
I love the Plastic Plan
But we've reached my stop
Childhood figurines
Preserved inside their packaging
Lead much fuller lives
Than the keeper of the archives
You board the bus
Dog-eared paper-
Back tucked beneath your arm
It's "Ender's Game"
I still don't know your name
Where is the line
'Tween meeting glances
And staring like a creep
Aboard this heap?
Childhood figurines
Trapped inside their packaging
Lead much fuller lives
Than the keeper of the archives
I should have spoken
I should dared to open up
The packages I treasured
Never worth as much as what they cost
For weeks this seat before me
Barren
I debark the bus
Feeling empty
As an ad campaign
And find you waiting for me at my stop
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3. |
Little Spoon
03:22
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My little spoon
Where are you?
Your glowing screen's a moon o'er the chasm
Of bedding topography
Illuminates a cross by which I might reach you
In a blanket of ohs and ones
Where are you?
Where are you now?
Little spoon
Where are you?
Is it enough to share this cup?
Is that enough?
Wine turned by time to vinegar
Is it enough to drink it up
Through gritted teeth and never touch?
When's it okay to say "Enough!
Hand me the key to this handcuff"?
Where are you?
Your glowing screen's a moon o'er the chasm
Of bedding topography
Blotting out the light of constellations
I've started considering
Where are you?
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