1. |
Lampshades
04:13
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She was as cold as ice,
but her cheeks were warm
like a lampshade
right after lights out.
Under the sheets we’d meet
and fall asleep
watching TV:
nose to nose, knees to knees.
Slipping drops of whiskey in our tea.
She put it all on me:
the bottles and pills,
bottles of pills in the grass.
“It’ll be alright,”
I’d say with her hands in mine
on the bathroom floor:
nose to nose, knees to knees
Get me out
“Remember to breathe”
I’d cool your flushed face
with a damp cloth,
crack a joke to make you smile.
But you never asked.
You never gave a fuck,
but I couldn’t leave.
‘Cause was nose to nose, knees to knees.
Get me out
I needed to leave you,
but I never even had you
She was as cold as ice,
but her cheeks were warm
like a lampshade
right after lights out.
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2. |
Back Home
04:11
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I lived mostly alone
And shuffled from place to place on my own
Time spent wandering the streets
Counting the avenues
Counting the avenues
I lost what wasn't mine
And shuffled from place to place on my own
Time spent straightening my sheets
Counting the seconds
Counting the seconds
Lick your lips
Lean in close
It’s time for our bodies to explode, to explode
When I crawl back home
When I crawl back home
The late night calls
Holding onto the sound of your voice
I’d fill the void
Counting the breaths
Counting the breaths
Lick your lips
Lean in close
It’s time for our bodies to explode, to explode
When I crawl back home
When I crawl back home
I’ve been afraid
Growing on my own
But it all falls
Into place in your arms
So I crawl back home
So I crawl back home
So I crawl back home
I crawl back home
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3. |
Lose You
04:42
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I wrote your name on the wall
in highlighter;
I wonder if it rained yet
and washed you away.
Shades of pink and blue
dripping down the wall,
finding rest in the cracks in the pavement,
and the creases in our pillowcases.
Don’t ask me, I couldn’t tell you.
How does it feel to lose you
when you weren’t mine to lose?
Florescent lights and plastic tubes —
you were in a hospital room
while I sat alone by the reservoir
hoping you’d stay.
Don’t ask me, I couldn’t tell you.
How does it feel to lose you
when you weren’t mine to lose?
I find myself afraid when I can’t picture your eyes,
But I feel them in shadows and quiet times.
Don’t ask me, I couldn’t tell you.
How does it feel to lose you?
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4. |
Leaves
03:09
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Amber Lewis Brooklyn, New York
singer-songwriter, painter, & witch
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