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Home
03:16
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Woke up from a whisper
Collared shirt down by my feet
Stood on a crowded bathroom rug
Voices filled the rooms upstairs
Our Ford was warm before we drove
Breakfast fresh on the stove
She walked out with a floral blouse
Back then, everyone was near
Woke up from an old alarm
Bones could barely roll from bed
Stood on an empty bathroom rug
Walking round with one eye closed
Last of six, eyes focus in on me
Lukewarm coffee for the road
My car was cold til 59
It seems, now I’m alone
We’ll be home again, Hold on
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Shade
03:17
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The houses lights are out
The sky was still black
The phone rang then my mother screamed
From down the hall
Get up get out of bed
Something's gone wrong
Put on your shoes
I don't care what you want
I know that you're the one to say
Your early mornings pave a way
Our bodies crumble and decay
Close the blind and focus on your stay
My body longed for warm sheets
Moved to the front porch
Sweatshirt hangs over my back
Before the sunrise
Cold window against my cheek
Alone in the backseat
The rain against the roof
It's not what I want
I know that you're the one to say
Your early mornings pave a way
Breathe in oxygen to keep sane
Close the blind and focus on your stay
The preacher's hands are folded
And every head is down
A white coat walks through swinging doors
To the waiting room
Perforation
Inside his chest
I could've lost him
Could've still been asleep
I know that you're the one to say
Your early mornings pave a way
Your faith will outshine every shade
Close the blind and focus on your stay
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Green
03:22
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We met up in the parking lot
You grabbed the bill before I could
I threw a ten on the table
You wouldn't let go of my arm
The grip was so strong
But fades with my want
Second floor of the parking garage
Smiling, sitting on a headlight
Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow
Rushed to your apartment after work
Still got two days
You spoke your mind today
You never felt alone
Holding half of your heart
Sometimes I'd be the antidote
Yourself is what you're about
After you headed west
My neck reclined on the headrest
Your fingers pulled apart my chest
You left, I stared at the ceiling
You never felt alone
Holding half of your heart
Sometimes I'd be the antidote
Yourself is what you're about
I'll watch you step
Into the frost
Far from the fold
And you seem so lost
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Thursday Night
01:43
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And every time I see a ram, my stomach drops
We should be dead
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Should've
03:08
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Thank you for your tea and for your time
Your smile followed me it became mine
I left a note in your raincoat
Late night walks to library lots are put aside
For red eye flights florescent lights
I closed the door at the sound of your voice
I can't carry those words too
Stay away while I lie on the floor and realize
Every moment passing by
Came the cold cottage with my old friends
We laughed and looked for firewood
The moon lit up the icy beach
Before we got two hours of sleep
But I should've buried all my bitter thoughts
Behind me where they belong
Thank you for your tea and for your time
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Missoula
03:32
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Those shining eyes stood in the trees
who ran the mountains with the leaves
reflections resonate much more
it's clear a place you would adore
A restless run straight for the sun
The road was steep surrounded by
The acres of that grassy grain
sky solid still and golden stained
The plane window will open eyes
the emerald pools were far from dry
the water painted hand and quill
I saw His glory in the hills
Each day I thought back to my youth
When these words echoed in my house
Mother said give and you’ll receive
Her birdsong life shows that’s the key
We should be better
Your chest will melt if you can sleep
Hospital beds is Where June kept
The IV pole within arm’s reach
The nurse walked in after a plea
Sworn seen and sorry words were sown
The April winds must have been cold
The glare as she approached the stairs
June’s sisters tears were never fair
Our bodies stay so cruel and cold
with numbered cells taking a toll
her limit broken burdened bare
don't even think of our own hair
Colored lights, wooden floor no shoes
Some people climbing up the walls
But she still tried to dance with joy
And that was worth Montana’s noise
We should be better
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