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Speaking in Cursive
03:47
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The feeling I get when I see you in person:
My mind is astray; I'm punch-drunk and nervous;
My stomach in knots; my limbs feel uncertain;
I start slurring my words like they're written in cursive.
You say with disdain you hate the winter.
The frigid east coast, it numbs your fingers,
But the stars on display on these clear autumn nights
Can guide you right back to me if you like.
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2. |
Part of Me
04:16
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I make these decisions
And question their value.
In every false step,
There's so much about you.
I come on to heavy
And leave off too lightly.
If your love were an object,
I'd be afraid that it'd bite me.
So, I live in the grayscale,
The anxious uncertain,
And wait for the message,
In which you draw the curtain.
Part of me thinks I don't want to be happy.
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3. |
Between the Lines
03:06
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Is this how you want to leave it
After all these years?
Explanations uncompleted;
Your reasons left unclear.
Is this all you have to say
As you turn to walk away,
Or is that all I'm worth?
A thesis I submitted:
I read between the lines
And found the truths that you omitted
To save yourself the lies.
Do you leave them wanting more,
With one foot out the door,
The other close behind?
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4. |
All Good Things
06:36
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Roll the sunroof back so you can count the stars.
Tell me, "They're out tonight."
Tell me how bright they shine.
I heard they shine for you.
Carefully pick a song as I shift to park
On this country road
Under this sea of gold.
Teach the gold to stay.
All good things must end.
Motion with your hands and lobby with your eyes.
Two more things that shine
And overwhelm
In the best way.
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5. |
Kind of Moon
04:52
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Fireflies are out tonight
Where the grove meets the wood.
Blinking lights that imply
A song from your youth.
But you're the kind of moon
That could light up a whole room.
A ball of light that burns so bright
In the dark surrounding you.
The fading light impairs my sight
As the day turns to dusk.
The coming night compounds my eyes,
But it's you who are too much
Because you're the kind of moon
That could light up a whole room.
A ball of light that burns so bright
In the dark surrounding you.
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