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there's a place that i reserve in my head for those moments when i realize i'll never be as beautiful as i want to become and that it's always easiest said when numb...to see all the things i'll never be against all of the things i said i'd never try.

a man wakes up passed out on a curb and an older woman yells at him and tells him not to cry.

it doesn't matter if you treat it, if it's well! you call me "honey," i'll call you "hell"...and if that's just not the way that things really are, i wish i could still drive a fucking car without being afraid of what i see on the road (and if it's really there? well, nobody knows).

"i want to be better" seems to be some sort of decree, at least in this city or under this birch tree with the growing leaves. no, i won't conceive how my mind could fall for nothing at all. and the cars could move--a woman shoots a look at a man who is sitting reading a book.

it doesn't matter if you treat it, if it's well! you call me "honey," i'll call you "hell"...and if that's just not the way that things really are, i wish i could still drive a fucking car without being afraid of what i see on the road (and if it's really there? well, nobody knows).

"i want to be better" seems to be some sort of decree, at least in this city or under this birch tree with the growing leaves. no, i won't conceive how my mind could fall for nothing at all. and the cars could move--a woman shoots a look at a man who is sitting reading a book.

and my eyes then shift to the green forklift to erase the feeling that's spreading from my chest to my heart to my head to my feet and to my breast and all the rest the rest the rest the rest the rest i need some fucking rest.

...i need some fucking rest. oh...

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from floral, released July 2, 2015

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sometimes i stay up at night hoping that my life is just a musical and i write it down just in case it really is

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