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The Moral
03:36
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You've got time to waste? Okay, press play. Reshape the mold of the parts in your head that matter most.
Gotta get rid of the need, but it's just not up to me. Yeah, there's someone or something else telling me when and what to feel and how deep to breathe. 'I don't got a lot' is my bluff. Still, I fill my cup.
The film repeats on an off-white projector screen.
Feather floats in the breeze just to land at his feet.
And I know all these scenes better than the pattern that my heart beats.
I'd say he's what we all should be. And god, it's catching up to me.
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Fruitfly
02:48
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The bug bleeds out upon the path that winds around the living quarters.
Loss of life 'cause we wouldn't look down.
'Watch your feet! Don't step on me!!!!'
I'll pay no mind to the sound it makes when your shell and state of being break.
Well, there's gonna be traffic if there's gonna be pavement assuming we do what's most convenient. It took so long for me to get you off my shoe in disgust - or, maybe, just a few seconds of my time and of your afterlife.
You've been laying in the same place for hours. Let the sun dry you out until you're stained into the ground. Until you're stained right into the ground.
The bug bleeds out upon the path that winds around the living quarters.
'Dry me out.'
Loss of life because we couldn't look down.
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Flip
02:41
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It seems we only speak in dreams. And when I wake up, the image won't turn off.
But, I'm sure that the pixels will fade if I let the clock spin and the calendar flip its page.
As if I had a choice, but to let time work.
Some passing smiles aren't faked, and I feel better most days. It's not so bad staying awake. But, I'm still trying to figure out what I'm sorry about - can't get that shit down. And when I do - well... I don't really know just how to let you know.
I remember when you couldn't wait even a few more days just to see my face. Now, I just want outta this place. Well, observe the pace at which memory breaks.
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Car in Neutral
03:58
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Maybe street lines are just outlines and I'm supposed to fill them in?
Though my vision is blurry and I am too tired of trying.
When I feel more-or-less like a little kid worried about whether or not he'll let go of his balloon, oh - I let it go, get in my car, drive slow, kick back, watch it break down.
Some ideas take more than twenty years to form.
Now, the car is in neutral. And I need help so that I can push this thing to the side of the road. Always told to keep your eyes ahead. Well, I'm right here. Stop peeling around me.
What if in the end nothing interests me after all?
And I spend my whole life digging my hole and filling up yours?
There isn't enough time to learn to feel passion again,
and that makes it awfully hard to figure out what I want for myself.
It's cold outside and the wheels are rusting. How many seasons will I breathe in until I have a plan?
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Baseball
02:30
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Nothing's the same. No more amateur videos or wiffle ball games.
No more dirty cleats on the front step sitting proud to be worn every day.
Then the summer rain came, and I heard the game was delayed.
Oh no... it was called off - who would've thought?
Got in our pickup truck. Drove away. Sipped my gatorade.
Electrolytes go to waste. But that's okay, I don't think they did much anyway.
I just wanted to play, yeah.
I just wanted to play, but I guess I'll wait.
I used to hate the summer rain, but now it's something I can barely taste.
No, not at this age. I just wanted to say that I miss you, too.
And you're the reason I stayed here for so long.
I've loved you all along.
But we burned out before we hit the ground.
And all our pictures are still on the wall. As hard as I try I don't remember being that small.
And if you saw us then, yeah, you would've thought we'd grow to be baseball players and astronauts.
Now, our minds - they won't stop playing tricks, telling us dreams are dreams and won't amount to shit.
But that's not how you grow.
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