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yellow rooms
00:56
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i came down, you were gone
high from bleach on the walls
the room shook i couldn't stand
yellow smoke stained my hands
you passed out, i stood still
cleaned the floor, took headache pills
dreaming while you stayed asleep
watching while i drank bleach
and a bottle of peroxide
and seven root beers
and forty-five kitchen chairs
what am i doing here?
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2. |
carbon monoxide
00:56
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that stench, how it seeped, how it leaked to the street
because it was wet and open wide, so rotting and sweet
that spit on my lips, tongue melting the slit
but i freaked, she didn't speak, her bones they started to creak
i raised my head, she was dead, oh her eyes how they bled
in the car it was dark, the garage where we parked
the walls shook and grew soot, i don't know how long it took
the stench grew and then i knew that it would kill me too
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my allergies
00:59
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my allergies, i can't breathe
my allergies, i can't breathe
and now i know that we can never be
because whenever we touch yeah i have to sneeze
my bad knee, you socked me
my bad knee, you socked me
and now i know that we can never be
because whenever we dance yeah i lock and freeze
my kidney, one only
my kidney, one only
and now i know what we can never be
because whenever we kiss yeah i start to bleed
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4. |
god's parking lot
01:41
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we spend time on couches in lutheran church parking lots with
thin sunburnt eyelids and faces all plastered
in smiles and shiny molars (not worrying of food poisoning)
as we scarf down the treats brought to us by grannies
now i know i'm not young but look at my kneecaps:
they're torn up and bleeding like i tripped in the sandbox
i wish i was with you we'd be laughing at the weather
and trying our hands at guessing men's shoe sizes
wanting to be sleeping, but okay with the air being
hotter than those girls with their grade-seven fresh bodies
now i know i'm not young but look at my underarms:
could i even be this nervous if i'd ever felt lust before?
i still know the rules to marbles and pogs and i
like the expressions of preteens as i beat them with my plastic
you tell me i'm lewd and kiss my nude abdomen
as we lay in your bed in the dampness of the summer
now i know i'm not young but look at my lips move:
have you ever seen lies formed so quick and so golden?
now i know i'm not young but look how my tongue is tied:
i can't even speak out loud these foul things that i've been feeling
please come and sit with me on the couch in god's parking lot
and i'll move one seat over so we don't have to touch at all
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5. |
heat dome
00:51
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you and i walked out victoria on a tuesday during sundown
we were gonna run the train bridge while the heat dome sank around us
but you started and i balked; i made you stop, i couldn't do it
i no longer have a death wish like i did when i was eighteen
yeah i don't know if i could lose this: you and me and all our wavelength
i no longer have a death wish like i did when i was eighteen
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6. |
stop sleeping
01:03
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the columbian boy made me do it
he first touched me in calculus class
yeah i couldn't resist his chlorine kiss
and his poison ivy rash
then he ate all my freestone peaches
left his bruises on my thighs
yeah he waited for me by the car factory
and put his fingers into my insides
when you leave i can't sleep
when you leave i can't sleep
when you leave i can't sleep
when you leave i can't sleep
when you leave i can't sleep
when you leave i can't sleep
when you leave i can't sleep
when you leave i can't sleep
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7. |
richmond, colombia
01:21
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we sat on the steps of your back porch
the air was of tulips and thorns
i peeled your sunburn in the half-light
lawnmowers and aeroplanes droned
the driveway was oil-stained lava,
your feet making quick haiku poems
i heard the funnel cloud coming for me,
i heard screams, storms, gold bicycle bells
the whirring, saccadic MRI machine
i turn all the clocks back an hour,
and pulled all the petals from me,
i heard pistons, gaskets, your keys
as i tried to prevent you to leave
you can't leave, you are not named
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landmammal Kitchener, Ontario
we died.
peter: shapes
kay: columbian boy
james: WHAAT
alexander: 1-2-3-4
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