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Movie Buff
03:27
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I'm a lonely mess
I set out to make anger
but only carved this generic whimper
on cinder walls
I read your eyes
while I was speaking in riddles
while my vision was yellow and green
and not mine at all
and in retrospect I love to lose
a squirrely puft on an end
no choice to choose
I bite through my tongue
and I steal your words
they were never mine
but now they're neither yours
I'm a music box
without a handle
just a general shape
for you to lose interest in
I'm a boring god
demanding fucking treason
kill me quickly
and without reason
descending staircases, I'm draped
in piss soaked sheets a vigilantes cape
I ignored the heist and watched dozens die
from the safety of shadow I pretended to try
you move to leave and I exit first
I'm paranoid and well rehearsed
I'm theater, a 24 year show
I bleed the same as everyone you know
this constitution begets remorse
the winter came and put down the horse
hands to throat, they frostbit our skin
as the threat of safety showed its head again
the closet door came off the wall
I moved with feet half a foot too small
leapt from the window, expansive loss
as I bled to death over forget me nots
I don't want time to slow down
I don't need anchorage or medicine
I just need the pain I feel every waking second
to feel validated by at least a perceived meaning
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Summit
03:32
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meant to be so meaningless
have you told your friends about me yet?
stories told among much less lonely friends
I know the song but don't know how it ends
facing backwards and walking straight
into traffic, past turnpike gates
follow no fathers, follow ghosts steady south
an indirect case study of the gun inside my mouth
happy, healthy for the night
this pen knows teeth only form to lie
I stand at alters and close my eyes
a stupid fucking held out long goodnight
oh, goodnight
pedals change my tone of breath
have you told your friends about me yet?
gracious, grateful, expect the least again
I fight for your eyeline like a war to win
wear my skin like winter wear
I cut my fingers and stretch my hair
around the ponds in parks,
around the fires in overturned trash cans
boozy mouth, cigarette hands
creep in softly from outside
climb in the walls and spend the night
break the mirror from inside
death and dying when life feels fine
life feels fine
~*blech*~
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Quilt Monsters Huntington, West Virginia
a punk band from
huntington wv.
fast, angsty, leftist shit.
Derek - Bass/Vox
Brad - Drums
Dane - Guitar/Vox
Devon - Guitar
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