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Sub Rosa Cyberloafing
02:45
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I wish I knew how to start anew
A factory reset through and through
A massive memory wipe of everything but your palate cleansing, thought erasing view
Our religions don't align but I'm sure our miracles do
Chordlessly and sonically, you've been slowly and comfortably driving up my screw in a way vodka never could
I broke into playful banter
just to see you look at me
like you missed me for an eternity
Your skyline in my periphery
Watchdogging over our synergy
You make me get lost in the entropy
A four bar phrase from outer space
Like putting tape over your face
and peeling it off at twice the pace
First born rocketship to race and lose
to a stray dog running in place
To fold before the flop
To bait the switch before the drop
To go through everything and anything
just before you close the shop for good
Oh how you put me in the mood to be alive
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I look away like a scolded dog
You stabbed me and now you're acting like somehow it's my fault
That I'm bleeding all over your floor
You stabbed me and somehow I'm the one who apologized
All that's left is the space inbetween us
I'm pushing rope through a hole inside your bed
A semaphore, nothing more inbetween us
I'm only attracted to the flags because they're red
I don't feel like explaining
I'm better off contemplating
Is it really that hard?
Only my best friend knows
But she don't wanna hear a thing about it
Oh, why would she?
Stuck in the middle of it all
And I don't know if I can do something about it
Because everything's always a problem
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Eleven
06:16
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I feel like a stranger
Wearing someone else's clothes
The clouds keep spelling out "danger"
Yet the stars are aligned in prose
It's the same bus, it's the same stop,
It's the same park right after dark
By the town hall and the oath
The cocksure singer in a leather jacket
The sober drummer playing in the pocket
This night is calling out for both
And I'm all the rage
Holding my stage
Until you come and open up the door
The monsters I gauge
While locked in this cage
As we wait for the eleventh floor
I swear this town just has it in for me
But now that I'm up here, I don't think I even care that much
The scowling cowgirls, the broken pool cues
And the thought of you being far away
It's the same blues, it's the same car
It's the same posters at the bar
But tonight hurts in a different way
The pinball machine
The men on the screen
And the place we sat at once before
The guns and the train
The vodkas in vain
And all the thoughts I'm trying to ignore
I swear this town just has it in for me
And now that you're not here the only choice left might be a vis a vis
Take all you need
Just promise you will stay
And I'll promise not to leave
All I've got to give
I'm giving it to you
Just tell me you will wait for me to get there too
Come and dance, come and dance with me
I don't want, I don't wanna leave you behind
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The Rules of the Game
05:10
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To hold your hand
As you took the leap
Would be nothing short of divine
I'd be petrified by fear
But for you, my dear
I'd wait until you crossed the line
Oh but please
Don't let me stop you
I don't mind waiting for a while
Let's just freeze
Our time entirely
And tell everyone to hitch a ride
Because I can't abide
By the rules of this game
One at a time, they have changed
And will again
And I'm not prepared to do the same
If woe is Moz
Then I'm happier than most
It's a shame, I'm just not a fan
I still haven't understood
And I didn't think you would
I don't need you to come up with a plan
All I need's behind a paywall
That I can't manage to afford
Somehow these are still the best years
Am I getting old or growing bored?
Because I can't abide
By the rules of this game
One at a time, again and again
Things have changed
And I'm so afraid
That I won't know what to say
I guess only time will tell
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