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i saw a ghost tonight
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i saw a ghost tonight.
it looked me in the eye—
i wanted to look back,
but lost my sight.
it took my hand, & i
slowly realized
it was you,
& i lost my spine.
if i never saw your face,
i would never know this pain.
& this bear won’t stop watching me,
through my window, while i try to sleep.
i got a call today—
she said she was okay;
i listened, without
a word to say.
she gave her heart away;
i kept mine in its place.
do i not care?
or am i just afraid?
is this indifference gonna replace
the kid i used to be?
falling forward, with no end in sight—
is it too late to still pretend?
i hope it’s not too late
to still pretend.
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racing from the silence
02:47
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there’s something growing
in the kitchen.
& i caught it from the start,
but i didn’t do a thing.
i’ve stopped checking
some time ago—
think, ‘if i don’t look,
maybe it’ll go away.’
for what’s time, but
a killer, anyway?
& i’m feeling a pain
in my side,
but i’ll leave it
‘til tomorrow—
i don’t want to
cause a fuss.
well, the hospital’s close;
if i collapse i’ll be fine.
then again, do i even
want to be saved?
i guess we’ll just have
to wait until that day.
now my favourite record’s
coming to an end.
& i’ll hold onto these moments,
like my best friend.
yeah, i’m racing from
the silence, once again.
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i was sixteen, sitting
in my mother’s car,
& in that silence i was
alone with my thoughts.
like some confession
no one could hear,
my head accepted what
my heart had always feared.
it’s all i want,
but it never comes—
i’m fucked up
from the stories
i’ve been told.
my body shivers at the
thought of your blue eyes
looking in mine, the way
the sea looks at the sky.
i know it’s just the
comfort in the fantasy
that keeps me from wandering
out this door and to the sea.
it’s all i want,
but it never comes—
i’m fucked up
from the stories
i’ve been told.
well, there are moments
that get me so hopeful.
but quickly, i get sucked
back into this black hole.
& so it’s cold—
oh, it’s so cold.
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won't happen
03:31
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every day, i wait for memories
to come back, flooding in.
dissipate the days to come,
the ones that just won’t happen,
‘cause
i know my head’s a perfect circle,
& my thoughts are just a pattern
that won’t break.
can i tie them to a balloon,
& watch them fly away?
when will i become a line?
would you still be my friend
if i cut myself open, &
spilled my guts, & asked
you to sew me back up again?
i know it’s a lot to ask, so
i won’t blame you if you run,
& don’t come back.
i’m sure it would come to this,
so i’ll keep you from it;
i’ll keep my insides
where they belong.
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you were right
03:00
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i was sitting in the yard.
looked up from my book
& i saw a spaceship,
floating in the dark.
it did its dance
for all the buildings,
in its own unapologetic way.
but after only moments,
it shot right back
up into space.
i turned my head away,
& back, hoping
it would rematerialize.
& there it was, in the yard.
but then the ship burst
into fireworks, & i knew
that you were right,
about the time
when we were driving home,
& you pointed out the lights
dancing in the evening sky.
they said you were crazy;
i thought the same thing—
looks like i’m the one who’s crazy.
i’ll never doubt you again.
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