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"SLOW FIRE VOLUME 2"

Your Heart, Your Love

Delete your poems. Oh, it's an easy way to not believe. Erase your drawings. Man, it's a final way you can receive some time, some light. 

Forget all your songs. Could it be comfortable perfectly blank? Find your worth in something else, in something old and simple: your heart, your love. 

Delete your poems. Erase your drawings. Forget all your songs. Cut up your clothes. Tell off your boss. Break up with your lovers. Crash your car. Find your worth in your heart, your love. 

 

Sing The End

Like every motion, like every honest day, across the ocean, I knew you couldn't stay. Strip off your bloodstained clothes and throw them in the trash. Ten minutes longer. Might be the first time that I've felt this way. Might be last time. Ignore what I say. And when the words won't come, when you can't relax, they like you when you're stronger. 

Smallness, yours and mine. Insignificance and how we spend our time trying to forget, trying not to know: that everything must go. It's like the last way I expected it, just like a new hire who up and quits. If we've got the time, if the stars align. Give me one more day here. 

So let me, let me in, let me in, and let me sing the end of all we've had. With every nerve on high alert and all the switches burnt. So keep me, keep me from, keep me away from all your clever friends and all their words that sting the eyes and fray the mind. It's always right on time. So let me, let me in, let me in, and let me sing the end of all we've had to sing about. 

 

Secrets II

 

The Vigor Of Youth

The floorboards creaking under your feet. The conversation dims. Go back to sleep. I can't remember when you were this sweet. No one's watching us, and no one can compete. 

I set my watch by them now. It's the same old lines I say every time, ok? And your response goes like this: watch the rain from the window sill, and when did you take the pills? It's time I renewed my request: take the short cut home. All the years we've roamed. It's not easy to forget I'm the same inside as the day you cast aside all the plans we made together. Take a breath for me because I just can't see how it all fits together. It's a long way home. It's a long way home. 

 

Midnight

A couple shots, a needle and thread, some gauze, a little blood. At least you're upright. At least you're not dead. Hold on for the flood. My smile lands with a thud. I'm tired of going to parties where I know no one and smiling as I listen while strangers tell stories and laugh and hit their home runs. Teach me a lesson. The easiest expression. And so it's hours like this that I wonder what we're doing. How did it wither so fast? This house makes us undone. Just look at what we've won. And so another midnight clamped onto your chest. A midnight just like billions of midnights before it and billions that are yet to come. So many we've become numb to them.