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Signals
04:20
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I picked up these signals awhile ago
Ones of heavy dread and some of heavy hope
From your body
A temple that was locked to me
The most fascinating puzzle that my eye could see
I'll hold you close even if you want to push me away
I'd kiss your lips even if you'd punch my face
Bloody knuckled and all I'd hold your hand
You're my only true hope of salvation
I picked up your signals awhile ago
I have no self worth anymore
All I asked asked was that you give me a chance
Although its apparent i'm not worth even that
I'll hold you close even if you want to push me away
I'd kiss your lips even if you'd punch my face
Bloody knuckled and all I'd hold your hand
You're my only true hope of salvation
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I would never fuck with your heart
For baby your body is a work of art
I want to take it and frame it put it upon my wall
I've never seen a painting so pure
Darling I want to be your brush
Let me dance across your canvas
I'll use the finest words
To paint my message
That you are everything good and true
I would never allow harm to make Its way to you
You knew this from the start
I couldn't bare to see your heart
In the hands of an artist who drew it out to be worthless
I'll fill in the cracks and holes on the surface
Darling I want to be your brush
Let me dance across your canvas
I'll use the finest words
To paint my message
That you are everything good and true
I would never allow harm to make Its way to you
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I Wrote Her Poems
03:36
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I wrote her poems
She took my favorite ones from,me
But that's okay because
Being bare and tall like a basement wall has become my new favorite simile
I wrote her so many words
So many goddamn letters
Now I can't even put the pen to paper
Without giving shivers
Infused into each of them
Was a piece of this heart that I call mine
Every word I write now is just remembrance of the times
When I wrote her poems
I made sure she saw them
My word woven tapestry
But my sonnets were to no avail
Because every attempt to have you cherish them
Surely failed
I wrote her so many words
So many goddamn letters
Now I can't even put the pen to paper
Without giving shivers
Infused into each of them
Was a piece of this heart that I call mine
Every word I write now is just remembrance of the times
When I wrote her poems
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The Anorexic Painter
02:24
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I am a starving artist
In the most literal definition of the word
I'm an anorexic painter
Who's just waiting to be heard
I used the finest oil paints to tell my story
I cried out to others for nourishment but nobody heard me
I chiseled these words out of the finest marble stone
But in terms of being heard I was a trumpet to the ear of a deaf man
My bellowing sounds continued but they refused to listen
Despite this I did my best to paint the world around me as a beautiful scene
An evergreen meadow filled with the finest carved branched trees and the crisp fall leaves
Because my friends the world is a much better place than it seems
Whether we see it or not the sun will always be shining
No matter the rain or the battles we’re fighting
I took the role of an anorexic painter because I hunger for the needs of others
I'd paint a canvas and dance around the ideas they'd tell me
And I'd use their happiness as nourishment because at the end of the day
I'd put anyone else over me
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Leash
03:16
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Keep me on a leash
Don't let me fall to far astray
Please just allow me
To lead the way
We will walk down the same streets
The ones you know I like
And then I will be left to sleep
In the dog house tonight
I guess I am the bitch you made me out to be
I'll just keep quiet and hand you my leash
You'll take me to the pound
Where hopefully they'll put me down
I'm aware of all these things
Even though I see black and white
It causes me to question
The state of your mind
Are you all up there
While i’m still down here
The very notion
Causes me to shiver in fear
I guess I am the bitch you made me out to be
I'll just keep quiet and hand you my leash
You'll take me to the pound
Where hopefully they'll put me down
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Look (Pretty Tough)
02:46
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The soap I've been using has been causing me acne
When the only goal I've had this whole time was to scrub myself clean
And I will scratch off the abscess until my body bleeds
Because for you
I want to look real pretty
I want to look real pretty
I want to look real pretty
I want to look real pretty
For you, I want to look real tough
Maybe I should stop eating all this greasy food
Maybe it would put you in a much better mood
Because the take out always takes out your stomachs ability to feel
And you just wanna be real
You want to look real pretty (You wanna look real cute)
You want to look real pretty (Because you're in the mood)
You want to look real pretty
You want to look real pretty
For me, you want to look real tough
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Sun & Night
04:06
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I told her to knock me out
Use me like the punching bag that I am
Make me feel like I have a use
So I can somewhat understand
Why you chose me
This scarred body
Can house nobody
So why would you choose me
She said honey
You’re broken just like me
Maybe we can repair each other
I’ll be your battery
I hear you play guitar
You can strum every note for me
You can play those same four chords
Until your fingers bleed
I told her I want to write her love songs for the rest of my life
And she said you can just make me your wife
It felt as though the stars
Shone on us that night
As I kissed your lips til the morning come I thought
You are my sun and night
My sun and night
My sun and night
You are my sun and night
You are my sun and night
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Tied like two cherry stems
This is what my heart represents
A cascade of emotion set aside by a lack of devotion to
Everyone and everything around me
And i'm riding bikes in my basement to try to forget
However it is you made me feel back then
It's a shame because the only thing I ever asked
Was to not be hurt again
I'm feeling like i've got the bends
I need to stop deep sea swimming
But it's the only thing keeping me sane other than riding in the spot where you used to lay
My poor brain
Is riding bikes what I have to do
It's the only thing I really have to do
Other than watch my lifetime movie on missing you
I've gotta find some new things
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House Boat
03:28
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Your waves of silence
Come crashing down like an ocean
And I feel like a boat
Just caught in the middle of the commotion
I'm caught so deeply
You've sunk your hooks into me
I'm caught
In the threshold
I'm sorry that my arms weren't the house
You wanted to make your address
I'm sorry for avoiding the issues
We needed to address
I had to feel like
I was the one who became the closer
But you're the one
Who made it out with grace and composure
I feel like i'm gonna drown
My head is sunk so deepy
If you tried to throw me a perserver
I think i'd rather sink
I'm sorry for not being the house
I'm sorry for filling your head with doubt
I'm filled with so much rage I just wanna shout
Take my heart and get out
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And I will shave my head
So you might find me less attractive
You're a match i'm a piece of wood
You're gonna cause a chemical reaction
I'm as bored as one can be
With your attempts to belittle me
I'm just sick of your shit
It's time to pack mine and leave
I'm drinking pop in the bathroom
And eating dinner on my roof
It is all these insane things I do
To just avoid you
I am using shampoo to clean
Every inch of my body
Because you are the stench I wont get rid of
But i'll keep on trying
I'm thinking that it's gotta stop soon
You're digging me like a spoon
Into a dish that is
Too hot for consumption
I've gotta stop making assumptions
I wish that I could sprout wings
And fly away from all this shit
But i've gotta walk through it
I'm drinking pop in the bathroom
And eating dinner on my roof
It is all these insane things I do
To just avoid you
I am using shampoo to clean
Every inch of my body
Because you are the stench I wont get rid of
But i'll keep on trying
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Aden Johnson Kokomo, Indiana
There's a universe in all of us~
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