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Drunk
02:22
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Oh my, I've been waiting for a reason to get drunk again
Could I fall asleep right next to you and feel the same?
I've been counting all my evenings
And exactly where they've gone - I don't know
Sometime, you could stitch me up and smoke me like I'm paper thin
Should I be so bold and kiss you like we're not quite friends?
I've been counting all my evenings
An abacus of moving on
While your eyes roll out their sockets,
I'll be looking - where they've gone, I don't know
Would I, if I heard you laughing, sink into your arms?
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Bullpen
02:35
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Watching the bullpen shake its way crosstown
A one inch punch brings in the crowd
Some good intentions could miss their mark again,
If we made up like dying friends
But all my tides could never be
The longest break of a wave at sea
The best damn friends we would ever be
Hearing the corners my friends left out to me
I jig-and-saw the finished piece
Flatline of letters spelling out a need;
"I should go - or you should leave."
But both my eyes could hardly see
The darkest crack of a trench at sea
The best damn friends we would ever be
Keep those hands in front of me
A simple plan and a master key
A knife-like wound and it looks like me
The best damn friends we would ever be
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Look out, I'm moving again
Can't make my mind up which means to end
So I stop, take in the new
Subscribing my mindset to the busy truth
Forget how often you've said
Beyond your betters and forevers, there's a chalkboard task in red
So start writing slow
I'm wearing your jacket with the zip down low
And you're sweetening your kills, and cheapening your thrills
Let niceties consume your haboured reeling doom
Resume, and hope this curve rings true
So slide your issues here, and sink another beer
Bad habits come to roost and fall into abuse
I thought I knew the concept of you
So I try to get along, take lessons from my dog
She doesn't know what's going on
Seems happy laid out on the lawn
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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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