HALF
I'm scared 'cause it's been years now
That I have been content with
Half of my holy grail
And it's the greatest thing I've learned
I don't need to teach it
Just live it by myself but
I never expected just half
Don't wanna use "he" or "you"
To degrade the rest of it but
You're the second half
SLEEPER
inside blankets and eyelids and dreams
there's my milky way of softness to the dark
sending me down south again
...where i've never actually been
but daytime is no reality up here
a treasury of memories we have never made
playing on thin-skinned screens in
a warm, fuzzy theater
...yeah it's playing you all night
i only have to pay for time missed
waking is just blasphemous and i'm a saint
too close to the sun when i come out
and glassy eyed from the picture
...milky way's almost gone, friend
rollover, i'm going down south again
SOUREST AND STRONGEST AND HOARDED
told 'em all to keep me sober
well not sober but restrained
hell i'm going to get drunk off this feeling
of craving our remains
it's the vodka in the bottom of the bottle
sourest and strongest and hoarded
i'll pretend i'm smashed
so you don't have to realize this is sad and sordid
what happens after i've drank the last shot
when you see the bottle empty and think it was a waste
i guess i can get drunk off this feeling but
you can't recover from the taste
DATE ME IF
Do you like the beach
But not because of the sun
Do you think of the waves metaphorically
Hear them crashing but don't know
They go back out to sea?
Do you like sad songs
But not the way they make you feel
Do you like lonely voices
When they're not yours
But mirror a certain part of you?
Do you like drinking and smoking
But not getting wasted
Do you like that buzz you get
When you've taken a couple and
You're in love with the times?
Do you like your hometown
But want to move to mine
Do you mind obsessions with home
When they're plausible given the view
And the memories made there?
Do you like hope
Even when it's thin and stretched
Do you like honorable attempts
Knowing from the syntax that they've failed
And are merely willing to try again?>
SIMPLE
It's still so simple
And you're taking it for granted
With every blink and passing kiss.
Opportunity is growing like a disease
And that's how you treat me.
If I were so infectious
Why aren't you already sick with me?
Instead of of me
When your lips have hardened
And you're sick without a host
You'll wish I thought it was simple.
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