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In Between the Sheets
03:06
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Street light slips through the cracks in the blinds, too stubborn to hold their clasp, just enough to recognize the outlines of a messy room full of clothes that belong to you. There’s waves in your hair that ripple down my skin, forming rivers and lakes where my thoughts of you take shape. The air’s growing cold from windows not shutting like they’re told. But they’re so far, so we move beneath the sheets. No longer in between caution and curiosity – graduating to something more than hallway discourse. There’s waves in your hair that ripple down my skin, forming rivers and lakes where my thoughts of you take shape.
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Fit for a King
03:13
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Fumbling around in the dark, searching for a way to prove that we know what we’re doing that we can’t seem to find. Hidden somewhere behind our elegance, our indifference that we play off so well. We’re trusting our instincts to get us what we need. Reassurance that’d be fit for a queen. We both know where this is going, but we’re not sure how to get there. So we lead each other the best we can in hopes that it’s worth it in the end. We’re trusting our instincts to get us what we need. Reassurance that’d be fit for a king.
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In the Morning
03:12
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I found the kind you wanted on the pharmacy shelf. I tried to read the warning, but the print was too small. Let’s hope that shit they told us was as wrong as it sounds. I wouldn’t want your soul to go to hell, or your grandma to find out. In a basement across town, the theme is Nirvana. I didn’t know Kurt Cobain was dead. You’ll find your friends and I’ll find mine. You don’t like to be seen with me until you’ve had some more wine. You drain the bottle into your stomach and fill it with your guilt, left for me to hold until tomorrow when you’ll cap it off again and hide it under your bed. I’ll guide us home down streets that you can’t name, though you trust that I know where we are. You’ll start to say what you usually can’t about the things that I do that you like, and I wish I could believe them, but I don’t know how to when they only seem to matter in times like these. In the morning you’ll be saying that you don’t remember, but I will.
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Misdirected
03:15
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Thin black lines occupy my mind and keep my hand from shaking under the weight of your eyes. Don’t give me one of those looks. You know exactly why we’re here. All I see is misdirection when our eyes meet. If I hold my gaze, can I break through the glass that you create? Don’t act like you’d no idea of your intentions. Does it matter what I say to you? You’ll never see me the way you used to.
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Nature vs Nurture
03:06
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I’ve got plenty on my mind – the lines between intentions and your desires that you draw in the doorway to your room. Cautious, I cross through into your embrace that I brace myself for, pulled away by you pulling yourself away. And I’ve got plenty on my mind – the lines between affection and allowed that I trace down your spine in patters of my own design. Drawing your breath in deep, your back rising to meet my fingers. How long will my touch linger with you after I leave?
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What We Shouldn't Say
02:37
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I want you in the worst way, in shapes that we didn’t know our bodies could make, saying what we shouldn’t say under our breath. Do you want the same? I search for an answer when our eyes meet, and they stay there for a second more. When we walk side by side, do the same thoughts go through your mind? Say that you want me, and I’m yours.
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Something More to Hold
02:55
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Lay down. The sun has set; it’s time your dreams were met. In mine, I am alone. I hope yours are brighter than my own. If they were, I could believe that there’s a reason for me to be here. You give me something more to hold than just a hand. Something I have just begun to understand. It feels real. Is it bad if I lie when you ask me how I’m doing, and all I say is fine? The truth’s too hard to understand. Every time I think I have a grasp, it slips right through my hands, and I fall back into my mind. You give me something more to hold than just a hand. Something I have just begun to understand. It feels real – realer than I ever thought I would feel again. Every time we embrace, I come closer to the day where I can say, “I’m fine,” and it not be a lie. I doubt this will last for long, but right now, I don’t mind.
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