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Mudroom
03:53
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Mudroom
Give me space for this night
The dark of summer of Midwest wind blows me back awake
Glow glow is the light downstairs
And you’re having a life without me
How’s your life been without me
Couldn’t you miss your life without me
I could will myself to move the clock
Like the branches sway
Like your high belts and curly hair say
There’s a dream I won’t have
A kid who can’t grow past sitter
Give me creams give me vast play
In here I’m stuck up high
In here I’m stuck up high
Once I fell to make a point
You’ll pick me up if I smack fast
And loud you’ll draw my blanket
Up and
remember me
I’m your precious baby
remember me
I’m your precious baby
There will be 8 more collisions like this
Wildfire what we know now
What we bowl cutted through
The blind few we stayed up late
No curfew
boiled water pot for pasta
Clink clack clink clack as you walk in
Whooshed in from the mudroom
remember me
I’m your precious baby
remember me
I’m your precious baby
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2. |
How to Be Me
04:13
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How to Be Me
I never knew I had bones
Until I saw the x-ray
In the hospital then felt afraid
Mom’s always on the phone
It’s like she doesn’t see me
So I eat Fruit Loops and watch tv
Lately I’ve been feeling weird
I wish I could grow a beard
Staring at the new fish tank
And the fish that isn’t breathing
Maybe I’ve been overfeeding
I smoke fake cigarettes
Sitting on the sunny rooftop
Watching Darcy play hopscotch
There’s no knowing what I’ve done
I’m just soaking like a sponge
I’ve got a Chinese star
And some nunchucks that I made
In my shop class 7th grade
I wonder what I’ll be
After I get out of school
It’s so hard these random rules
I want a pool that I can float in
There’s no harm in my hoping
I’m wishing away time
There’s burning in my mind
It’s been so hard to see
How to be me
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3. |
Tumbleweed
03:19
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Tumbleweed
I’m seeing out
of my eye
How can I know
Why you
can’t tell me
I live here
You don’t mean
I want to
eat at the snow
My dreams have been larger
Than all a this
I can tell you my flight goes off tonight
I’ll be in my room flipping through a magazine
Picking out a doll listen to the Cranberries
Measuring my wall
Little Tasmanian devil sticker on my bed corner
Grace Meyer
Why were you so bossy with me
I wanted to climb down from the apple dream
And bite my way through, bite my way through this middle school hell hole
I liked it but my roll-on cucumber glitter mist it was so confusing to go to a
Dance
and all of the feelings and the weird closeness snowball 12 and all and I thought that
was so old n’ I didn’t know mistaken with my eyes
and is it pizza eating time
can my mom pick me up soon
I miss home I always miss home I always miss home
Even if it’s another life I miss home
I’m a tumbleweed for life
Don’t know what I’m doing here
I’m a tumbleweed for life
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4. |
Broken Ribs
04:39
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Broken Ribs
I was sleeping up in the treehouse
But I don’t know what I dreamed about
There was something about our old dog Shakes
Alive again rocking roller skates
Guess I never could really understand
They said god must have a plan
I’ve been reading Mystery at Witchend
Thinking of the house that’s been condemned
Sometimes I wish that I had some guts
I slow down but I’m not brave enough
This one time I thought I saw a ghost
It was a dog in human clothes
I’m missing our old town
Putting pennies on the tracks
The bridge over the river
Guess we’re never going back
I was thinking maybe when I’m grown
I could drive down and buy up our old home
See the swing set where I broke my rib
And remember when I was a kid
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5. |
Rabbit
02:34
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Rabbit
On the bus off the bus
I can never see my own way
There’s always doubles of me anyway
I’ll fly away one day
Into this thing called writing
I can see your pictures of a bunny
Mom loves me more than you
How could I throw you rabbit in the air
I knew you’d come down broken then you would
Fly
I peed in your hamper I didn’t know not to
I’ll try and you’ll try and we’ll get by
I’ll make good on this with you
You’ve always been my favorite person
I wanted to laugh with you til I cried
At Disney land
You had to go to hospital you got food poisoning at Epcot
I knew not to eat that sushi but you did not
Call me a monster again I’ll drive you to school
I got you this present that I wanted and I knew that you would think it was cool
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Ghost Town
04:02
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Ghost Town
I’ve been walking this trail through the woods
On my way home from school
And the birds are freaking out
Frankie Marino is such a tool
Called me banana nose
Now I can’t stand the mirror
I could get lost and no one would know
But I’d miss my afternoon shows
Something about when no one’s around
Maybe I’ll live in a ghost town
I hate walking in shoes that don’t fit
And these raggedy sweaters
Why can’t I have something new
Take the shortcut out past the mill
Sitting down on a tire
I watch clouds lose their shape
I’ve been saving my hair cutting cash
Doing it myself in the bath
When I save enough I’ll leave this place
And hitchhike across the states
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7. |
Dad's Pajamas
03:25
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Dad's Pajamas
I’m gonna fall down the stairs
You’ll see me
Again
And have I been this tall
And have I been this tall
When I wandered into that person’s room
I barely knew
I’ll pay you back with penny candies
I’ll see you down at the
pool
back dive
and have I been this small
and have I been this tall
when I wandered into that person’s room
I barely knew
I’ll pay you back with penny candies
I let the dog out the dog bit you
You were running down the road for some reason I didn’t know why
You asked does he usually bite
I said usually not
And we sled down the hill
Down sled my little feet in the morning
I miss the smell of woodstove m
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8. |
Laundry Room
03:13
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Laundry Room
All my thoughts begin to leak around the room
They puddle quiet on the floor
I know the saints will always die in the end
I’m getting ready for the cold
There’s something shifting in the air
I’m never feeling too prepared
I’m burning matches in the smelly laundry room
No one comes here any more
It feels so sneaky being out of the apartment
Maybe I just need a break
Stole some yodels from the store
I get hungry when I’m bored
Sometimes I think about my mom
Haven’t seen her in so long
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9. |
Peacock
02:43
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Peacock
Peacock in the atrium
Like a guppy I wanted to catch you
Peacock in the atrium
Like a guppy I wanted to catch you
wanted to know what the grownups know
waited for the good news to come our way
Sandwiches having our birthday party there
And a golf in the yard and
X-files
I came of age in new jersey
In the part that looks like a 50’s movie set
We haven’t ever talked about it yet
Peacock in the atrium
Like a guppy I wanted to catch you
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10. |
Bunk Bed
02:11
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Bunk Bed
This apartment feels small
I can’t breathe any more
I just stare out the window
Worrying time away
Like a nimrod
Laying down on the bunkbed
Reading Lord of the Rings
Siamese cat on my belly
Yelling from next door
These thin walls
Lime green kitchen orange shag carpet
Motocross trophies dogs playing poker
View of the high school smell of cigars
What in the world happens next
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Can Joanne come out to play
Make my room clean nothing no
Nothing’s exciting being here
In the summer in the winter
Break the door down with my
Wonder
my exhale across the yard
I could fly can you feel it
I’m a fly in flight in the new dew-air of being alive
Of melt of height and
Dry rock and otter locked box of wonder
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