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Still
03:03
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I guess it is just the way you dress
But you do seem a bit obsessed with death
Or would you rather I just kept
All these things I think to myself instead
Your hand pressed against the glass
And your reflection looking back
Is it real?
Is it still?
You’re in the wilderness
Living so far out in the sticks like this
Out where the sunlight disappears
Stars like they’re looking back down here
There’s that shudder in your breath
I know how frightened you get
Is it real?
Is it still?
You always talk about these ghosts that you’d see
Asking me what I think it might mean
But I doubt if there’s much more to do
Than to close our eyes and try not to move
The same you and the same me
And our bad skin and our crooked teeth
Staring down at the top of houses
And blood clots and car crashes
Oh, I got such an ache in my head
I hate the way you talk under your breath
Wouldn’t you rather we just kept
All the rest of this left unsaid?
The air is so thick on my skin
Like it’s the only thing holding me in
Is it real?
Is it still?
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Aftertaste
02:43
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I don't know much about it
Oh, it’s really just to help you to sleep
And I don’t think it’s all that deep
It’s just some bullshit theosophy
There's a woman in the water
And there's a viper that bites at your chest
It’s a story with a lesson at the end
Another fable that I’ve never read
There’s a cure you can take
But it’s got such an aftertaste
I'm wasting days on all these nights
That I spent convincing myself otherwise
It’s not just the weight of the anchor and the chain
It’s the sight of the body of water above
And it’s the taste in your mouth as you swallow saltwater and mud
And it’s the crush of the depth
Like the light hasn’t reached you yet
And every time you take a breath
It just feels like you ought to be drowning instead
There's a cure you can take
But it’s got such an aftertaste
I’m convincing myself otherwise
Like it might feel good to be trapped alive
There’s a light on the shoreline
And there’s machinery buried deep
And I can hear my name get called
And I’m not scared at all
The first step into water
And the noise from the crowd
The walls closing in on you
As you start to head underground
And it’s cracked and it’s warped
And there’s blood on the floor
Well let me go first, man
Because I’ve seen all this shit before
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