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Bedwarmer
03:14
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Take the ideas, the ideas and shame them
All my fears came creeping in
I've been bedwarming, bedwarmer's who I've been
Now the dust is sinking in
Sink in
All this writing, for months and I can't sleep
This paperback I'm underneath
You've got your family, and I've got something in-between
One more thought that I can't keep
Your figure is the only one that has figured me out
Here I am, the only one not willing to wait it out
Your figure is the only one that has figured me out
Here I am — bedwarming again
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Sinking In
03:35
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Laying out the road
To take me back to who I used to be
But I guess you don't want much of that
It's a shitty time to fly
When all the world's out sleeping in a field
But that's the kind of promise that I'd break
The dust ain't sinking in to my bones
Without a fight
The pictures in my room are green and gold
They paint me blue
Singing simple chords just ain't enough
You're saying all these words into my ear
And I don't understand
If you're leaving, then just go
Just go
The dust ain't sinking in to my bones without a fight
I'm packing all my bags
I'll head to the coast to find some light that I can sink into
The cigarettes burn us sober
Like the dreams we left behind
With the weight of this obscurity
I thank god you're on my mind
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Linger
02:53
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To the death of fun
I don't sleep anymore, but I see everyone
I'm just a stranger in passing, I hope this fever is lasting
This weight I leave
On her shoulder like some god you won't believe
I've been burning these pages since the day I was seen
How could I live up to walking out
When what lingers is not enough
We are not each other
And what lingers is never love
Take me someplace new
No cardinal, no cane, no fucking you
No moment of purpose could ever be worth this
But still I wait
For some laurel tree to come and set me straight
Like these seeds in my spine, I'm just branches and time
How could I live up to walking out
When what lingers is not enough
We are not each other
And what lingers is never love
Skin to skin, for the mess we're in
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Cane
03:18
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I am my own lament
Stripped of guilt and consequence
Who could blame me for the way I've been
Your mother thought she should keep
The tattered sheets left underneath
The flames she couldn't quell took everything
But you were already gone
Didn't I see to that
I am my own lament
My awful pride lacks confidence
But who could blame me
You were already gone
Didn't I see to that
I'm just a cane and nothing more, the true weight's in her arms
And didn't I see to that
Distant and defeated
By the comfort that I needed
I smell decay in my brain
But this loss remains repeated
But you were already gone
Didn't I see to that
I'm just a cane and nothing more, the true weight's in her arms
And didn't I see to that
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Bedwarmer Toronto, Ontario
"Wistful Thinking" A collection of unpolished and undeserving — the newest batch of demos not likely to be heard anywhere else.
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