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Queen of Wands
02:29
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You're bloody kneed and black and blue. I'm concussed, feeling brand new. Nothing's ever felt as good as rolling down the hill with you. I never would've dreamed it was in the cards for me, but I'm too busy trying to keep up to find the time to worry. I don't know what I'm getting myself into, but I'm concerned that I might already miss you. I keep drowning in your bed, pillow talk we'll both forget. I keep finding myself wishing I was still there with you.
I picture you and me in Kwik Trip. I'm staring into nonexistence. You don't even seem to notice, you just laugh and pull me back from it. And I want to see you every night. I wanted so badly to kiss you in the morning, but my breath smelled bad and I didn't bring a toothbrush.
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The Tower
02:37
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I've spent most my life wandering, just taking turns at random, hoping some strange creature would come and show me a clear path. As age brings disappointment and a loss of sense of purpose I have found the death of God inconsequential.
So I retrace, look in from the perimeter, try to replace a memory with a picture.
As the world sickens around me I take in a change of scenery, a monument to apathy, a pile of rotting fruit. My sunglasses reflection of the concrete feeds my ego. There are gunmen in the treeline. My skin's covered in flies.
So I walk slow, I wallow in the paradox. There's something here, but I haven't found it yet.
So I retrace, look in from the perimeter, but I don't see her anywhere.
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Five of Cups
03:34
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Lay it all in front of me, a severed head on the TV. Tell me how I'll never understand. Tell me about meant to be. A pretty picture of you and me, like Jesus and the devil holding hands.
Some time has passed. It's getting cold. I've been doing alright alone. I hope that if I asked you'd say the same. And I hope you'd mean it. And I hope you're okay.
I don't know what I can do.
I can't tell when what I say is true.
I don't know who I'm supposed to be.
I can't fix this thing inside of me.
As I walk in snowy streets I try to hold reality. Lately it's a struggle just to see straight. As I sit alone in the laundromat I couldn't tell you where my heart's at, but right now my mind's in outer space.
I gotta get out of these shoes, they're nailed to the asphalt, but I'm scared that if I do I'll float away and never come down. Tonight I feel fifteen again, terrified and in awe of all of it. I hope they I can hold this feeling.
I don't know what I can do.
I can't tell when what I say is true.
I don't know who I'm supposed to be.
I can't fix this thing inside of me.
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