Shoulda Left You

Shapes

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Packing cancer in my glovebox on a Tuesday evening drive
As I'm passing Amargosa, you are passing through my mind
And my car is headed eastward while the sun is racing west
Guess my body's moving forward, but my mind is turning left

Highschool's only checking boxes off a list
Getting kissed, taking hits, try hallucinogenics
And it's not what you'd expect, but then again it's what it is
I put my arm around you slowly, all my nerves are on the fritz

And we get together on December the 7th
You remind me Hawaii was blown to the heavens
On your birthday
Seventy years from the present
As we celebrate, I'm counting my fingers like blessings

And then you call me on my cellular phone
I'm on the road, up the coast, we booked a couple of shows
You asked me if I sing about you, I was sorry to say "No"
You said "That's okay baby, I don't write you any poems"

But we'll get together on December the 7th
You'll remind me Hawaii was blown to the heavens
On your birthday
Seventy years from the present
As we celebrate, count each other's fingers like blessings

Then you'd come over always so unexpected
Picking fruit from the trees that I left unattended
Playing word games
Watching the vowels descending
Like an air raid on spaces that I had neglected


But if we both go un-commemorated
By each other's free verse and lyrical phrases
We'll be okay just driving familiar pavements
Past our places, all wasted like Ford Island bases

Pearl Harbor Day (Voice Memo)

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I've Been Waiting

Chump

Chumplord/Freeloader Anthem in B Major

Chumplord (Freeloader Anthem in B Major)

You took one step back
Tell you that confirmed it
Though I wish that you
Had better discernment
Imma stick around
‘Til it all comes back
‘Til your brain calms downs
Cuts you some slack

Lady lady 
Here’s my promise
Arms uncrossed
No pockets, honest
Swear that my speech
It ain’t rotten
This time ‘round
I ain’t goin’ down

Two weeks down
Most of which we’d lay and
Press into
The matters we were cravin’
Imma keep you ‘round
Don’t you worry ‘bout that
‘Til your brain calms downs
Cuts you some slack

Lady lady 
Here’s my promise
Arms uncrossed
No pockets, honest
Swear that my speech
It ain’t rotten
This time ‘round
I ain’t goin’ down

Got an awful lot of
Love built up waiting
One look now
Need no explanation
I was the maniac didn’t
Know what I was sayin’
Knowin’ you I
Think I know what grace is

Lady (Voice Memo)

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Lady (Voice Memo)

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