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Behind watchful eyes, I see your every move
You make me regret
You make me resent everything
You make me regret
You make me resent every
I regret
I resent
I am the son who will never forget
I am the lover who caused you regret
These eyes have seen smiles and moments so dear
But retain the thoughts that have made me this way
I am the son, I am the lover.
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Agapé - Untitled
03:21
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And it's just another day, surrounded by myself and four walls
And I can't escape, My head isn't safe
These times these memories won't fade
I'm stuck in the past
I'm stuck in my head
I'll never forget, I can't forget
And nothing matters anymore
Nothing matters now that you're gone
Nothing matters, nothing's the same
Nothing's the same anymore
And nothing matters to me
And I've given myself over now, God I swear
I swear, I swear
There's no wall between us
I've let my defenses down
I swear to God
I swear I'll remember, I'll never forget
You and me
You were something good
You were precious to me
You were something good
You were precious to me
This was the truth.
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Rosa Far
02:44
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In this world of either or we drag toward the other door.
Beyond the vanity of latex stretched tight across human flesh, there is so much more buried beneath immaculate faces and bleached white teeth.
The gloss, carved peak is all that is showing of this iceberg sunk low, hiding with the power to sink an entire ship but only showing a reluctant tip.
Forced behind grief, stained clouded walls, we breathe deep on the glass and draw desperate messages ever traced of love despite isolated fate.
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Locks
03:46
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What was I to do? My plug couldn’t fit us both. And it kills me to think it fit you when I can barely hold my own. But as you pulled my chain, the liquid began to drain so I pulled back, preventing a full collapse.
It hurt, I know. Those empty eyes, torn heart with past rips you’ve tried so hard to close, and fuck, I was the next knife.
But nothing, not even water, is as good a conductor as the space between our faces before they connect with a seismic impact. The distance, which is enough to hold an ocean filled with the souls of every homesick lover that there floats, be it only a moment or the way our spirits softly sail amidst through the ever closing gate of our lips and thus began their dark journey, despite the sea. I don’t know how it is that our breath can be our lighthouse, somehow signaling through the mist and locking our lips. Perfect, fitting, fleeting, such is that the magnet in my forehead moves to yours, dipping my head like a crane to stream, flicking out eyes, finishing the circuit and new blue sparks of electric electricity roll me you you me; nothing not even water is as good a conductor.
But it’s so hard to turn your already tattered key in a rusted jagged lock you can’t force it, it’ll break. Just whisper soft through the keyhole words of truth from the soul blanketed by sheets in the summers soggy heat.
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