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Feet carried me to your door,
I could be leaving.

Half the time is not mine
I’ll try to find a way to underestimate my tithing
to the goddess that her lips create

You know, it’s all my fault

Feet carried me to your door,
I could be leaving.

I’ll push my luck
I’m a sick fuck
but my breath’s in a bottle of living figures breathing death

You get both and I thank you.

Why just the bottle?
I’m just the one trapped in an endless survival
a hurricane captured a
breathless arrival and all I could ask was to
save us a smile, I’d love to scream back that I’ll
stay here a while and everything followed as planned.

But it's all I could find in you
A half wit bastardized version of a prior self held fast
To standards that I'd once become as one

I'm not,
I'm not a confident approach to reasons undefined by progress
fifteen less but never next to you

All the matter more concerned
with tides that turned a record over, nothing skips
A faulty vein of ignorance comes clean

It must mean something else to me
It must mean something else to me

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from "Everyone Is (Not) You" Split w/ Henrietta, released March 1, 2012

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