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at the bus stop
its seven a.m.
and my eyes are closing
and i'm falling again
for you
like a drop of rain
on its way to the pavement
inevitable pain
and you'll always be
the kind of my world
you're my cumulus girl
i'm gonna hurl
cuz while you're hydrogen
i'm just a star
i will love you
no matter how far
i want you to know that
trees need soil
less than i need you
please don't go
my stomach spoils
when will i see you again?
the keys are stars but you're
galaxies away
and you're feeling farther and farther
every day
my bodies in the the earth
my heads in space
and every space bar feels
like another day
but you'll always be
the kind of my world
you're my cumulus girl
i'm gonna hurl
cuz while you're hydrogen
i'm just a stupid star
i will love you
near or far
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let's take a walk
let's take a fuckin' forty walk
we can chill by some rocks
and we can talk about the stupid shit that's
getting us down
let's get high
let's let the time fly by
all i do lately is sit and fucking cry
life is a lot lately
i've got a lot on my plate
i took off more than i can chew
why was i dealt this card
i am trying so hard
to be happy with what i've got
but i don't have a lot
this is a formal plea for shit to stop happening to me
this is a formal plea for stupid shit to stop happening
my mom's in the hospital
and you're too sad for words
you're my best friend
and i hate to see you hurt
lets get a fucking handle
we've got that hidden joint
we'll be crunk for the moment
but things will be okay
i swear, i fucking swear.
lets get a fucking handle
we've got that hidden joint
we'll be crunk for now
but things will be okay
and one day we'll have a lot
less to worry about
one day we will do whatever we want
and we wont be in sacramento
and one day we'll have a lot less to worry about
but til then you've got me i fucking swear
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3. |
three fourths
03:58
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sweet little beep
lisping and crying
"why can't i be
more self reliant?"
can't you see how
hard ive been working
to make you like me?
i guess it's not working
but sweet prison guard
why don't you like me?
i see you trying hard
just to guide me
but i'm in the corner
i'm screaming
i'm trapped
seventeen years, i'm so sorry
so sorry
three out of four times
i'll mess up
i'm closing my door and
tearing up
why can't i be more of
the son or daughter
you had wished for
can't even pick one
how am i always wrong
when you say i'm so smart?
how am i so strong
always falling apart?
should i put an end to this terrible start?
too scared to stay, too scared to part
if i could take myself back
you know i would
return me for your cash back
this one is broken
get one that dressed right
and showered when it should
never shed blood
or shed tears
or whatever
but sweet prison guard
why don't you like me?
i see you trying hard
just to guide me
but i'm in the corner
i'm screaming
i'm trapped
seventeen years, i'm so sorry
so sorry
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i remember
sitting on the steps of that church
and theres a quote
by ralph waldo emerson
and it says what lies behind us and
what lies before us
don't compare to
what lies within us
(or something like that)
and i believe
that what lies within me
would rather be lying with you
i honestly believe
that what lies within me
would rather be lying with you
in the closet
both figuratively and actually in a closet
we hid
together and alone
we shared thoughts and secrets
that weren't actually secrets
and maybe it made me feel
a little less alone
and i believe that
what lies within me would
rather be lying with you
oh, i honestly believe that
what lies within me
feels a little less alone
when i'm with you
and the shoes you wear
your clothes, your hair
i want you to know you're so damn beautiful
i could listen to you play
your guitar all day
or sit around and talk about stu-uff
and i believe
whats alone within me
is never alone when i'm with you
i honestly believe
that whats alone within me
would rather be alone with you
what's alone within me
would rather be
just us two
what's alone within me
would rather be
alone with you
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i was born in the middle of the sea
way out where no one could see me
i swam so far you wouldn't believe
and maybe its all the saline
but i woke up on the bright shore
i told you i was the victim of a murder
you stared at me from your doorway
i guess that we dont talk about it
fifty scars, fifty bright read lines
on the table in front of me, fifty stars in the sky
i look up, i see a vast blank high and
i look down, i feel your ghost between my thighs
i hear myself echo behind my eyes
my shoulders freeze, i hear my cries
the crash like waves on the rocks
they're bubbling and loud but i dont want to talk about it
as though i could fight
away the monsters that night
don't tell me like i don't already know
i should've been stronger, i can't let it go
water-logged from the start, salt for a heart
the current took me under, tore me apart
my flesh became one with my genesis
returning to the place of my salty origin
as though i could fight
away the sea that dreadful night
don't tell me like i don't already know
i should've been stronger i cant let it go
i was born in the middle of the sea
way out where no one could see me
i swam so hard you wouldn't believe
why did no one believe me?
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i h8 sk00l 666
02:36
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i'm not going to school today
i don't feel up to it
too tired to comb my hair
i'm too tired to deoderize my pits
i'll stay in bed instead
forming a cucoon
sweet and tender too and
i won't have to see you
and i don't really care if i
get a bad grade
in econ or government
no, i don't really care about any of that
there is no need
for a class in day dreaming
i've already got a degree in
trying to be me
i'll dye my hair green
give everyone mean looks
more smut than real books
i will never learn to cook
and i don't really care if i
get a bad grade
in econ or government
no, i don't really care about any of that
when i dissolve into the ground
none of you will be around
nor will my thousands of f's
i'll still have weird hair
still have a mean look
read tons of smut
and i'll never learn to cook
and i only care about my friends and family
and i don't really care if i
get a bad grade
in econ or government
no, i don't really care about any of that
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bikewheel. Sacramento, California
bikewheel. is a musical project by Miles Morrissey with folk punk roots meant to document life and emotion through music.
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