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Furniture
02:18
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I gotta stop apologizing
to the furniture
carry my stress up in my spine
doctor looks at its curvature
I’m a mess
but it’s alright
tried to fit my body in the vacuum cleaner
but the air got too tight
and it’s not enough to be grateful
you’ve gotta be great
and I’m sorry I’m so hungry
I’ve got a lot on my plate
when you breath gets heavy
your body gets light
I could never make your pupils sore
I’m a sorry-eyed sight
I’m a sorry-eyed sight
I’m a sorry-eyed, sorry eyed sight
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2. |
Temple
03:24
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I swear to God the potato’s gonna kill us
Edward Tylor’s got me pegged
terrified of the little sunny ripe tomato
upon which our lives depend
you’ve got a temple past your temple
there’s no mass in the empty pew
you said your body is a temple
do you know yet who you’re praying to?
hallelujah
hallelujah
in the dug-out chapel
besieged by rambling field
holy turret, hollow headstone
where the dandelions kneel
I sat opposite a gated Mary
she touched my collarbone
I thought that I was so good at being solitary
when I lacked the grace to be alone
there’s a temple past my temple
I’ve no mass in the empty pew
if my body is a temple
then who should I be praying to?
I never know who I’m praying to
I never know what I’m praying to
I never know
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
hallelujah
allez
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3. |
Bug
04:28
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the doctor didn’t believe me
until he saw me through the machine
the pulsing of my bloodstream
red ocean in my knees, heart on my sleeve
I make a spectral sort of radio
I lost my body in the sound
I used to get along with me alright
but now I’m not around
most of the time
I’m breaking a sweat
while they’re breaking my skin
I’ve got all these split-ends
and I’m breaking out
I’m breaking my falls
with the bees in my skull
my split-ends have split-ends
someone break me out
and maybe if I don’t check
it’ll stop being true
hold off on the doctor
‘till my skin’s scalded blue
just keep me in the cupboard
with a ladder to the moon
if you ask when I’ll get better
I’ll always tell you soon
I’m breaking my chest
with each ragged breath
I’ve got all these split ends
someone break me out
I’m breaking my falls
with the bees in my skull
my split-ends have split-ends
think I’ve broken down
and someone tells me the sick
will be good for my songs
as I slump in my bed
and red pools in my palms
thinking my body is wrong
thinking my body is wrong
thinking my body is wrong
he said my body is wrong
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4. |
Harriet
04:37
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about a third of the way around Harriet
mask muffling my mouth as I sing Elliott
I’ve been thinking about him
every day this week
pass a man with a Bluetooth
he’s writing a song
about the state of the world these days
I bet it’s really
about the state of his world
up near the houses
with statues outside
and big shiny signs for men I don’t like
they’re probably telling their kids
it’s gonna be alright
it’ll probably be
alright
for them
and when I see you again
if I see you again
when I see you again
you’re gonna be an adult
and I’ll watch you through my phone
and when I see you again
will you tell me I was a training wheel friend?
will you tell me I was a training wheel friend?
will you tell me I was a training wheel friend?
I’m scared to death that I’m a training wheel friend
and I had stopped biking
I was so scared of blacking out
and it’s so exciting
when the wind fills up your mouth
wanted to tell you in person
but I wrote a song instead
and we’re gonna tell our children
that we all survived a war
but really most of the time
I was just reading indoors
I do not know what I’m good for
I do not know what I’m good for
I do not know what I’m good for
I do not know what I’m good for
please come tell me what I’m good for
please come tell me what I’m good for
please come tell me what I’m good for
if there’s anything I’m good for
I hope there’s something that I’m good for
I hope there’s something that I’m good for
I hope there’s something that I’m good for
I hope that I was good for you
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5. |
Park
03:30
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we left our shoes in the shed outside
you tell me all about the songs you like
everyone’s going to the water park
guess we will, too
I see you through the downpour
your hair’s on fire
sparks loosen where I step
dressed up as a live wire
and the thing they said in that song, oh
it made sense to me
at the water park
at the water park
at the water park
at the water park
we left our shoes in the shed outside
you tell me all about the girl you like
I want to move to another universe
where you didn’t say that
and she makes films
and knows about art
and her dimples stretch from outer space
into your heart
it was nice to meet you, though
and the thing they said in that song, oh
it makes sense to me, yeah
the thing they said in that song, oh
it makes sense to me
at the water park
at the water park
with my lungs on fire
I think I get it now
I think I get it now
I think I get it now
I think I get it now
I think I get it now
but you’re the only thing I can sing about
you’re the only thing I can sing about
you’re the only thing I can sing about
you’re the only thing I can sing, now
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6. |
Medicine
06:01
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swimming laps
trying to keep my back straight
doctor’s orders
when I breathe out I pray
salt crystal
melting on my tongue
piecing back together
every fractured hymn I’ve sung
medicine
it’s medicine
sometimes I think if you aren’t sad
you aren’t paying attention
little sister
wins at arm wrestling
pills in pews
my heartbeat is deafening
graze until it aches
I eat like a cow
toilet flush
getting used to how I look inside-out
inside-out
medicine
it’s medicine
sometimes I think if you aren’t hurting
you aren’t paying attention
keep me company
kneeling on the floor
papers on the table
for your next trip to the drugstore
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7. |
Noël
03:58
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the world is very long for me
I wonder if it’s long for you too
I wonder if you long for me
the way that I’ve been longing to get to you
oh well
oh well
but I’ve been sick and tired
my clothes smell like the hospital room
I’m screaming from the choir
trying to break out of my body’s plywood tomb
oh well
oh well
I’m not well
oh well
I’m not well
oh well, oh well
I’m not well
oh well, noël
I’m not well
noël
steal a couple words
from someone who I met inside a dream
my teeth still taste like dirt
pull at the fault-lines in my chest like they’re fraying seams
oh well
oh well
I feel like an asteroid
oh well
you used to want to hurt
you used to think you knew what you deserved
you used to want to hurt
you used to think you knew
something I don’t
oh well
I feel like an asteroid
I think I’m an asteroid
I think we were asteroids
we came from an asteroid
leave it to an asteroid
leave it to an asteroid
leave it to an asteroid
leave it to an asteroid
I’m not well, noël
noël, oh well
oh well, oh well, oh well
oh well, oh well
noël
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8. |
Elsewhere
04:11
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I find myself writing my songs about you
‘cause I feel like I’ve never done anything
you sit on the sun while I sit in my room
shadow puppets for sixteen years
my tongue is tied and my chest is full
final bow before the curtain rises
all that you can think to say about me
is that I’m nice
I’m scared that the good in me
is just nice
I’m scared that the bad in me
is just nice
elsewhere
elsewhere
I swear
elsewhere
elsewhere
elsewhere
someday
elsewhere
someday
elsewhere
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9. |
Guilt
04:10
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my bed feels like a waiting room
get well soon means get well sooner
cross your heart and hope to try
cross my fingers till the afterlife
and I wasn’t kidding when I said this might
have been the hardest year of my life
guilt isn’t gratitude
told you once and I’ve told you thrice
tell you what, you can roll the dice
waking up in the dead of night
check the box and turn out the lights
and I get so scared when I’m left all alone
check in the seams for the secrets I’ve sewn
guilt isn’t gratitude
guilt isn’t gratitude
guilt, guilt, guilt
guilt isn’t gratitude
guilt isn’t gratitude
that’s what I got from you
guilt isn’t gratitude
chin pointed to the sky
rainbow hair in the fluorescent light
I think you were right
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10. |
Boring
01:35
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my eyes will be sandy
I’ll fill in the gaps
I’ll sit in the bathroom
I’ll turn off the tap
I’ll be boring
I’ll make you an omelet
I’ll do it this once
I’ll say what I’m dreaming
we’ll wait for the bus
we’ll be boring
I’ll go to the office
or maybe the school
I’ll teach what they taught us
I won’t break any rules
and sometimes we’ll go walking
the air will cover us like silk
and as I get to talking
I’ll remember the milk
and I’ll be boring
just being boring
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