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Me and my helmet
Such an unconventional kid All intense and kinetic At best tolerated from afar Not yet arrested And by that I mean betrothed Though at start I am duly courted I've just not been trusted with altars I'm a sweet piece of work Well intentioned yet disturbed Wrongly labeled and underfed Treated like a rose as an orchid My friends as they weigh in Get understandably protective They have a hard time being objective So inside, we cancel each other out I'm a sweet piece of work Well intentioned and unloved Unlabeled and misunderstood Treated like a rose as an orchid You've brought water to me Making sure my bloom rebounds You know best of what my special care allows So I've lived in my blind spot Thought myself usual when I'm not In your garden is a nice spot As long as it is brave and where you are For this sweet piece of work High maintenance and deserted I've been different and deserving Treated like a rose as an orchid Sweet piece of work Overwhelmed unobserved I've been bowed down to but so misread Treated like a rose as an orchid. |
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Dad, oh don't get up, I beg you to sit tight
Sweet girl, I'll be a ghost girl , forget it I am fine If anything a witnessing is all I needed that night Until I get what I'm to get you'll keep being compelled to flee Until I out this false story you'll keep playing "the guy who leaves" Brother, oh, brother , solo you did bust out All I knew was you didn't invite me, so begins themes of self-doubt There is nothing as harrowing as how I translate backs Until I get what I'm to get you'll keep being compelled to flee Until I out this false story you'll keep playing "the guy who leaves" Baby, oh partner, how well you've played this part Similar, oh how familiar, reluctant truth you impart And how you serve necessity: “repeat 'til she sees light" Until I get what I'm to get you'll keep being compelled to flee Until I out this false story you'll keep playing "the guy who leaves". |
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I've been most unwilling to see this turmoil of mine
The thought of sitting with this has me paralyzed With this prolonged exposure to mirror and averted eyes I‘ve feigned that I've been waiting: such mileage for empathizing and now I see the madness in me is brought out in the presence of you now I know the madness lives on when you're not in the room and though I'd love to blame you for all, I'd miss these moments of opportune you've simply brought this madness to light and I should thank you oh thank you, much thanks for this bird's eye view oh thank you for your most generous triggers It's been all too easy to cross my arms and roll my eyes The thought of dropping all arms leaves me terrified and now I see the madness in me is brought out in the presence of you now I know the madness lives on when you're not in the room and though I'd love to blame you for all, I'd miss these moments of opportune you've simply brought this madness to light and I should thank you oh thank you, much thanks for this bird's eye view oh thank you for your most generous triggers I'd have to give up knowing and give up being right You inadvertent hero, you angel in disguise and now I see the madness in me is brought out in the presence of you now I know the madness lives on when you're not in the room and though I'd love to blame you for all, I'd miss these moments of opportune you've simply brought this madness to light and I should thank you oh thank you, much thanks for this bird's eye view oh thank you for your most generous triggers. |
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My house
My role My friends My man My devotion to god All amorphous Indefinite Nothing's been clear Nothing's been in Nothing's felt true And I've never had both feet in Nothing's been long Nothing's been yes Nowhere's been home And I'm ready to be limbo no more My taste My peers My identity My affiliation All amorphous Indefinite Nothing's been clear Nothing's been in Nothing's felt true And I've never had both feet in Nothing's been long Nothing's been yes Nowhere's been home And I'm ready to be limbo no more I sit with filled frames and My books and my dogs at my feet My friends by my side My past in a heap Thrown out most of my things only kept what I need To carve something consistent and notably me Tattoo on my skin My teachers in heart My house is a home Something at last I can feel a part of A sense of myself My purpose is clear My roots in the ground Something at last I can feel a part of Something aligned To finally commit Somewhere I belong Cuz I'm ready to be limbo no more My wisdom applied A firm foundation A vow to myself 'Cuz I'm ready to be limbo no more. |
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My friends and I meet hours before
We make some homemade pizza We do some funny bits back and forth My knees buckle, I laugh so hard We might end three sheets to wind and who knows where we'll wind up All I know is there's a car waiting and we'll figure that out after I have to keep my eye on my old friend from high school We've known each other for the longest time She has trouble with her limits so to speak She can hoist a really good kick in the butt when she's excited She doesn't do it so much anymore cuz we're all on to her Bring on the tequila ohhhhhh On fire on tequila ohhhhhh Hostess most on tequila ohhhhhh Bestest friends on tequila ohhhhhh Then there's my other pretty friend from high school The predator in me is put to shame by the predator in her I know I've reeled it in but it'll be interesting to see how much she's done as well Then there's my friend from Chigago, God do I love all people from Chicago All ready to light up the barbeque and be the heartbeat of debauchery Bring on the tequila ohhhhhh On fire on tequila ohhhhhh Hostess most on tequila ohhhhhh Bestest friends on tequila ohhhhhh Then there's my Canadian friend, what a fabulous mom she's become She's been tortured in this sense for the last many of months for obvious reasons She was like ‘hey, where was this part of you when I wasn't pregnant?' I laughed and did a shot in her honor as I conversed with her belly Bring on the tequila ohhhhhh On fire on tequila ohhhhhh Hostess most on tequila ohhhhhh Bestest friends on tequila ohhhhhh Then there's my cupid friend She sure knows how to dress, that one She's a wise and worldly girl but you gotta watch that medication Our favorite beverage is taken to a whole other level on it I'm not worried about her, I'll coast around the room while I trust she'll temper My brother came to visit me, now he's used to hanging with me and cracking up But he had no idea about my built up tolerance, no idea about how manipulative I'd become I would surreptitiously put it in front of him without him asking In a pretty little shot glass His smirk and cackle would only egg me on Bring on the tequila ohhhhhh On fire on tequila ohhhhhh Hostess most on tequila ohhhhhh Bestest friends on tequila ohhhhhh. |
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