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You change your mind almost as much as you change clothes
So let's settle down and figure out this situation
And we try new things to see if our bodies were paying attention
And we try new foods to see if our taste buds were paying attention
They were so acute
I don't need your diagnosis
And I don't need your extroversion
To know I'm not perfect
And I'm taking this one problem at a time
It's not an imbalance in hormones but in chemistry
We never learned to balance those equations
And one day this body will fail me
Perhaps a symptom of my intolerance to catalytic changes
It's all in my head, a psychosomatic chain of consequences
One might call disorder.
I'm not afraid anymore of where I'll be some years from now
"Choice Cereals" is forever.
And I don't need your diagnosis
And I don't need your extroversion
To know I'm not perfect
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You might think it's nuts; don't be so quick to presume I'm down with the stream of consciously unconscious stigmas tied to degrees and separation like some bitter apathy holding me back when I'm awake enough to pounce (to show you how to dance right)
And it's easy to fall down the stairs after a spin or two
And it's easy to concentrate in retrograde
But I digress
Curb your OCD like you curb your hunger and attitude, purged on a midnight laugh, a panic attack, or dreams of invading your (wrong) doppelgänger's drawers
Decide for me which flavor is best
And it's easy to fall down the stairs after a spin or two
And it's easy to concentrate in retrograde
And it's difficult to talk in two straight lines
Nothing can go wrong today; I said it therefore it's true.
And it's easy to fall up the stairs when you're awake
And it's easy to fall back down when you're asleep
And it's easy to concentrate
And it's easy.
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Parallel Parking
03:40
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And we once met in the parking lot outside the convenience store
We stayed there
And we once slept in the parking lot for hours
And what we left
Might stay there forever
And what we took will stay with us
As I angrily count the dots on the ceiling
The dots count me back
Geometry spitting at me as if I'm responsible
For its incongruence
I'm counting the ladybugs on my floor
And they angrily count me back
And with a "splat" I dissolve the ladybugs' tenements
And the dots on the ceiling dissolve my own.
And we once met in a parking lot outside the grocery store
We stayed there for hours
Timed seemed to stand still
If only for a moment
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Antistrophe
01:29
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American Pastimes
03:40
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So no that we're alone
Tell me all your secrets
Abandon your skepticism
And now that we can dissolve
Caution is the sun, and it's setting
Start again
And you are not to blame for
My misgivings
It's not the end of "we"
It's temporary
So take all of me and wrap it up
Tin foil in a shoebox under your bed
There's just enough
Remember life for what it gives
And not what it takes
We'll echolocate
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gg
04:09
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We grew up in the backs of cars
We grew up in the backs of yards
No shoe displaced on the dashboard
Or fairy tale unimagined
And somehow
Nostalgia sits so far out of reach
Today is wonderful
They tell you you shouldn't eat your feelings;
Concerning the matter, I feel nothing.
And don't erase the parts of yourself you're too afraid to forget
And stay up all night
Make fire out of window pane
And tie it in a knot just to prove you're able
They tell you not to spit in the dirt
But when the dirt spits back
You'll sit idly by and rearrange
And I feel nothing for once.
They say you shouldn't eat your feelings;
Concerning the matter, I feel nothing.
I feel nothing.
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