I know your throat feels so damn thirsty
But the Brita's empty once again in the fridge
I'm sorry Matt for being such an asshole
But the hole in the wall feels lonelier than it did

When i was seventeen
And the train tracks seemed so kind
Now my hometown's on TV
And the worst part feels so far from over 

And if i'm not bleeding
You can just assume i'm doing fine
I know my hands seem dry
But just assume it's cold outside
I'm sorry Mom, i've been lying this whole time
But don't you worry now, 'cause i've been talking to Caroline

When i was seventeen
And the train tracks seemed so kind
Now my hometown's on TV
And the worst part feels so far from over

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There is nothing more miraculous than the exit 167 sign on the Garden State Parkway
The green glimmer glazed upon the horizon
Beckoning my name, distant but not forgotten
My heart is a factory off the New Jersey Turnpike
Fumigating industrial waste into my paper lungs
My chest, six panels and dotted coloring
Hiding in burrows disguised as Babylon
Writing off talking in my sleep as a reason to stay away from people


When I know, i'm just terrified of people

I know that no matter how hard I try
I am still drawn to the loading dock behind the Closter Cinemas
As it beckons our shared name
Home

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And it hurts
That i still care
I'm trying to forget it
But i can't
Please understand

And if i'm not bleeding
You can just assume i'm doing fine
And if my hands seem dry
You can just assume it's cold outside
I'm sorry Mom, i've been lying this whole time
But don't you worry now, 'cause i've been talking to Caroline

Let me feel alive

I Kill Giants - Part 3

when god closes a door you reach your little paws under it and go mrrwwaaaooow mmreeaaow

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I Kill Giants - Part 3

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