1. |
kevin
02:35
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kevin is not himself
waiting in line at the bmv
faded travel posters
of all the places he would rather be
drive thru window keepsakes
sorrow sweepstakes she is on his mind
double jacks and milkshakes
when his heart breaks he will be just fine
on an island far away
kevin is somewhere else
sitting alone at the hotel bar
drinking to untie the knots that bind
him to his ugly parts
early aughts october
he is older than he thought he'd be
two days clean and sober
starting over his recovery
at the park on saturday
kevin is in his head
sleeping it off in the icu
carnival incantations
jubiliations of another youth
she looks at him so sweetly
he'd be happy to be her best friend
someone else completely
but even then he feels the same again
he will never be okay
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98
01:59
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ninety-eight
ninety-nine
count out loud
to mark the time
cub scout pack
plastic knots
growing up
in parking lots
ice cream lips
chocolate smile
racing through
the produce aisle
bathing suit
dripping wet
hope the sun
will never set
but it does
it always goes away
there is no way
it's coming back around someday
it's never the same
empty house
moving on
VHS tapes
on the lawn
toughen up
do not cry
kick the door
and say goodbye
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you
02:44
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light pink and buttercream
my favorite color scheme
you saw me in your dream
but i was just a ghost
you've been awake for weeks
tears streaming down your cheeks
this beauty that you seek
you will never know
you will never know
live in your fantasy
romantic comedy
you're holding onto me
but i'm not even real
i have to say goodbye
you look me in the eye
how could you think that i
would feel the way you feel
feel the way you feel
you are nothing
i barely know your name
i'll never be with you
we are not the same
midnight on saturday
is there a sadder way
to waste your life away
than thinking about me
play with my bobby pin
juice dripping from my chin
the sunshine on my skin
you will never see
you will never see
you will never see
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4. |
just me
02:35
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i am the only one in the audience
nobody else can feel what i feel
i look over my shoulder for the projectionist
but there is no one there behind the reels
it's just me
now it's 7pm, i'm at drug mart
i walk through the aisles like a ghoul
i see you standing at the lottery vending machine
i walk by and i try to look cool
we lock eyes for a sliver of a second
my mouth is open but i can't bring myself to speak
so i just buy a pack of reds and i head out the door
screaming down the empty street
it's just me
you look like someone
i will never know
you're going places
i will never go
now i think if you knew me completely
you would love me like a mother or a dog
but i know when you actually meet me
you prob'ly won't feel anything at all
it's just me
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