1. |
White Rabbit
03:52
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So I go
With the flow
And I don't
Wanna know
Where you go
When I'm home
Living fast
Falling slow
When I drove to your house
Never did I once think
Walking all of those stairs
Two months
All the text that I sent
And the time that I spent
I just wish that you’d been
More blunt
And you said you weren’t giving out excuses, explanations
But the truth is you that made me time-robbed
Now I’m late I’m late I’m late and I’ve always been delayed
So I’m really not that sorry bout your laptop
So I go
With the flow
And I don't
Wanna know
Where you go
When I'm home
Living fast
Falling slow
Just cut to the chase
Say it straight to my face
Don't need no
Masquerade
All my tears in a row
Just the way that it goes
When we play
Dominoes
When you left me in the city, all alone looking silly
And my eyes were getting misty on my best dress
Put my gown in a casket, not a princess in a palace
Looking glass just like Alice — a severe mess
So I go
With the flow
And I don't
Wanna know
Where you go
When I'm home
Living fast
Falling slow
Drink you like medicine
Just like the label said
Growing and shrinking
A rubber band
Go through a tiny door
Into a bigger world
Rigid to whimsical
From straight to slant
So I go
With the flow
And I don't
Wanna know
Where you go
When I'm home
Living fast
Falling slow
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2. |
Spiral
04:17
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Spiraling down
Shampoo scratch my head think again conditioner time
Spiraling down
phone call text message handwritten letter do you have the
Time
moves in weird ways years months weekdays
stream of consciousness more like a
Tide of things i’m missin’
Channels always flippin’
Color television
Tired of being honest
Lies leak like a faucet
flaking nail polish
chip drip slip
Spiraling out
Glass carafes and coffee grounds on cracking counters but who’s counting
Spiraling out
Walk five blocks, ride the train for three stops only to arrive at work
Late -ly
Got two jobs work round the clock to fill a broken mug, to stop me
One-dering what he’s thinking
Blurring up my vision
Idle premonition
Getting in my practice
Creaking on the mattress
When I need distraction
Tick tock toss
Spiraling down —
Spiraling out
Spiraling down (down down down)
Spiraling out (out out out)
Spiraling down
Wake up wash my face floss brush my teeth ev’ry day rinse and repeat
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3. |
Meet Me in San Marino
04:20
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My dear:
I’ve come to some conclusions about all of the confusion
That I’ve been feeling as of late
My dear:
Something in me shattered; I’ve been living stale patterns
And I can’t bear to stay
You see:
I did my dirty laundry; threw together my belongings
Not much I need to keep
You see:
I’ve bought an extra ticket in the case it’s of your interest
To come and join me—
Lately I’ve been feeling like a country in a country
Don’t think I want this city anymore
O carino mio, meet me on the hill in San Marino
When we leave our lonely sheets will smell of bergamot and clove
My love:
Yours is not the kind of problem we can keep on solving
With bandaids on broken knees
My love:
I would never govern your desire to discover
It’s not about wants — it’s about needs
Now I see the castle in the distance on the cliff and
From this point on my footsteps mirror yours
O carino mio, meet me on the hill in San Marino
When we sleep our dizzy dreams will look like the new life we know
No routines to guide our thoughts — just barefoot walks and window shops
No systems keeping score
O carino mio, meet me on the hill in San Marino
When we leave our lonely sheets will smell of bergamot and clove
O carino mio, meet me on the hill in San Marino
When we sleep our dizzy dreams will look like the new life we know
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4. |
Popsicles and Benadryl
03:34
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Plane to train to streetcar kind of day
When your jellyfish eyes re-met my teal suitcase
Speak too often of how friendship fades
More guarantee over time that it might stay
So you can come to my coffin club
If you stay very still
Meet in the evening 12 AM
Popsicles and Benadryl
Morning run ‘round the neighborhood
Made you climb the steep hill just so I could
Ink pens and blankets on the rooftops
Knew we’d be late when the oven turned off
A real <3 may be shaped like a fist
It’s harder to love in the face of resistance
If you let me have a crack at your puzzle eyes
Think of all the pieces I just might find
So you can come to my coffin club
If you stay very still
Meet in the evening 12 AM
Popsicles and Benadryl
Popsicles and Benadryl
Trust — ha — I never met her
Grew up on life vests, landlines and unanswered letters
Some devils are better than others
Jumped through flaming hoops and now we’re better than ever
Trust, I’m a beginner
Gonna keep losing till one day I’m a winner
It’s always the end until it isn’t
See you again if fate permits it
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Davide Brooklyn, New York
singer / songwriter / producer / final boy
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