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Planned For a Daughter
01:52
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Holding hearts in our hands -
crushed just because
we (shouldn't but) can.
We do what we don't want to.
Blood in the sand,
leaves on the shore,
smoke in the water,
a sky that's just sun.
And so you change your mind;
you get to walk out of this one alive
but what about me?
And now this wall is built
right in front of our eyes.
Did you see it coming? I
didn't see it coming at all.
Boys in the band,
leaves on the floor,
planned for a daughter,
we don't even get a son.
And so you change your mind;
you get to walk out of this one alive
but what about me?
And so you change your mind
and I'm the idiot left asking selfishly,
"What about me?"
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2. |
State
03:02
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I bet you wish you could glue me to the floor
but I don't want to play that game tonight.
If I looked into your eyes and let you see what I
see when we are together
you'd know that despite our best efforts to be alive
our lonely hearts will always be lonely.
This state is killing me and despite what I believe
my real life is on the internet.
It's the only way we'd meet. We're still the dogs resting at their feet.
We still do whatever we are told.
A night of digging holes (and) begging them to fill them in
with us inside holding hands.
(howls)
(more howls)
The world's about as bad as we truly think it is,
and it's even worse for others.
But I have a hard time seeing past my own pain
because the knives are glinting here in this bar's light.
I can't even take a piss without fearing for my life
but maybe I'm just drunk and an idiot.
If you left me I would die but I would understand;
my whole life is haunted.
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I feel guilty looking out of the window into the night.
All I want is to find you there standing in the lamppost's light.
The dark isn't that thick; it does not resemble pitch.
When I try to find you in it, though, my arms still tend to itch.
I come up empty handed but you do not belong in my hands.
I just think that I need you given what my heart demands.
So if it's okay with you I'd like to keep on searching
until these lungs are empty and on my body vultures are perching.
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WRXXT
02:49
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There's something about the word "wrist" that makes me wish
I had you
holding mine in your hands, pulling me off the bed
toward you -
twisted covers 'round my legs and smiles on both
of our faces.
The way you push your tongue into my mouth would put my dumb heart through its paces.
I can feel my heart sink further down into my empty chest.
Your body's just an apparition and your picture's between
two pages, pressed.
I know you think I am not handsome; I think you think I know
you do.
And if you asked me to do anything I think I know you know
I would for you.
Your wrists hold hands - hold your hands, hold your hands.
My wrists hold hands - hold my hands, hold cold hands.
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Soundtrack to Wax Bones
03:01
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7. |
Even Fangs Get Cavities
02:15
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Is that Dracula's castle on the hill
or just some decaying apartment?
Either way - the end of a life
by talisman or trinket, by ruby broach or key ring.
There's nothing worth doing at all.
This state is so dead
or I am, at least, left to
rot inside or around the border.
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Anymore
04:00
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I used to feel so good
in the autumn's colder air.
I'd sit outside and shiver
and pretend that that was love.
I used to think that death
was maybe just the end,
and I still think it is, but
I'm not looking forward to it anymore.
What's love got to do
with anything at all?
I am not owed an embrace,
hands, wrists, or a kiss.
Why did I think it was fair
to expect you to stay afloat
with all of my extra weight?
I can't ask you to do that anymore.
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inkmink Maine
inkmink started in an apartment in Farmington, Maine in 2005. inkmink is an independent project.
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