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knots
04:39
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reminiscent of deserted roads
falling off the boardwalk
tying my stomach into knots at the top of the hill
and I spent a little too much time reflecting on these self inflicted wounds
I found my home
in between overcompensating optimism
I gained of a life less gold
I want a hurricane to shut the Sagamore down for weeks
fuck the Bourne I'd much rather be stuck on the beach
oh, I'm taking 6A east
I need to stop grinding my teeth
I can't remember if I owe you money, or if you owe me back
Bird Park found innocence
ignorance
whatever you call it
question all that you forget
or regret
I forget
I want a hurricane to shut the Sagamore down for weeks
fuck the Bourne I'd much rather be stuck on the beach
sand on my neck, I'm taking 6A east
I'm not stopping til the shoreline
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hook
02:14
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which hook do you bite?
do you really know what's on the other side of that line?
and is the damage done purely cosmetic?
who pulled it out of your lip?
from a lack of corners to right angles and forty fives
to walking in circles
I've been taking bites
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salt
04:19
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I am trying to materialize a feeling of safety
from some arbitrary lump of cement that I have yet to find
I'll keep my eyes peeled
look to the left
want to make amends with something I'll soon forget
a mile is still longer than I thought on foot
an overly shoulder-shrugging shadow
head down, chin low
eyes could be closed
at the end of the road
maybe the way into heaven is someone
anyone
believing you belong there
oh, I just need a sign
I don't need another reminder
I don't need another excuse
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