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Station Hotel
04:55
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my sensation of selfishness took a long time to go
poor decisions from loneliness cutting me deep to the bone
and as i'm walking past station hotel, i try to breathe
knowing if someone finds me, they'll just see what's underneath
i'm a proponent for being loose
i'm axiomatic clues
the change in my back pocket took me wrong turns for days
i'm trying to express myself in a thousand ways
making small talk and mixed drinks, i barely manage to save face
under long hair and lenses i want to cut away
i'm a disaster, a broken fuse
comfortable under no roof
my, how everything's better with your back against the wall
biting as it sounds, i will soon be drowning in calls
unpacking boxes and locking the door into my old room
i feel i could stay here, lie down and avoid the news
i'm the needle against the bruise
i've got a thing for being used
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Office Hours
02:56
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outside of office hours, soliciting a distressed caller
the power it's been out since late last year
and i still know this is where it ends,
while i'm stuck behind a fountain pen
and it's sixteen hours til i can get home
smashing up high rise apartments, i find excuses in the moment
something past high maintenance design
and chloe's supposed to call, i've been slowing my stride to just a crawl
the subscript in my teeth is running dry
i'm in bristol, i'm in boston, geneva flights keep me bound to motion
cross-continential job's a bore
oceanic green in an airport screen, it's telling me which time to leave
i'm still packing away my things from last night
i'm on shore leave, i'm surely thinking of all the things i couldn't be
in detroit lights, drowning in gutters, no support, no guarantee
nobody asks for my opinion, i'm just significant to me
i'm dead and gone in iron sights, dreaming of someplace where i can sleep
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Waterworks
02:03
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saw you in a bathroom in a cafe in atlanta
you were crawling up the walls behind my spine
painting freckles black, taking nothing back
you were cold and poisoned, slipping through the cracks
this pointlessly planned attack made me aware of things i lacked
a suitable defense against the rain and feathered backs
still, i let you wait your turn - you're always slow at first
i know you'll bring down the mountains if you try
drip into something more comfortable
just be sure to keep the well-worn pages dry
there's no room for any growth without a little pain
after all, what's the shower without the drain
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Michigan
05:50
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engine, forgive my sins
carry them up in dashboard heat
swallow the things i couldn't keep to myself
MI is cold as hell
and the snow stacks two feet deep
so my shoes can't carry me to your house
panic, still in my mind
treating your skin like real estate
something to keep the rain away from my head
do i really need an escape, do i really need fake convalescence
do i really know your face, and do i take the second train home
draw the cracks in my forehead, line them up and fill them with your own thoughts
it's the things i recognise that i have trouble spinning lies towards when i'm lost
i need a panic button to call to waste my stupid time
and i need a twin sized bed to lay that book you wrote for me down to rest
right hand, drawing lines
paint out cities in your palm, show me what the future holds across town
left brain, analyse my crimes
show me all the things i need to keep balance between me and myself
do i really need a slow pace, do i really need to bring myself down
will i ever see you again, walking past or driving back to my house
wrap the wires round your wrists, and call it off while i'm still second guessing
it's difficult to say these things when i'm not really sure about what i mean
i need dividing lines to make some sense of where this died
and i need a ballpoint pen to write it out across the notebook in your eyes
i'm gone on the side of a road
i'd sooner stop for you than figure out where to go
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Parker Lee York, UK
lo-fi for the dividing nights
jowan // annie
get in touch; parkerleedawg@gmail.com
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