Verse

Major Label Debut (Slow)

I could give it to the gulls most every season.

And I could split my eyes upon the stone.

Some chore to do.

Some thought to atone.

–

Well I’m just here to talk about the day

the autumn leaves had spun you a dress

down by the lake.

Totally weightless.

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And I’m not fucked up

anymore

And im not fucked up.

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A lot of times it’s not a certain thing.

And God I hate the way you shook my shoulders.

The demons I sing

have melded with hers.

–

Taste her hair, fumble pants.

Easy to sing the words that I know.

Dancing a dance

to the song that I wrote.

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And I’m not fucked up

anymore.

Not fucked up.

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In the end it’s medication I seek.

A quick dose of feeling old feelings.

Sound of the creek,

another form of healing.

–

Unless it’s mistakes I make again.

Then I live them every verse,

in every refrain,

shame and a curse.

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I’m not fucked up.

Anyways…

Not fucked up.

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I know it’s the case with every good thing.

The way the down’s just a little bit further.

You know every ring

comes with a burglar.

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But back to the foliage dancing,

and pretty birds with colorful ribbon.

That’s really everything

I came to speak on.

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