AMWWTDAWASDT/1972andesflightdisaster split

From 1972andesflightdisaster split

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One day this will all end we'll go back to our middle wage jobs and count as the seconds become years, write poems about what could have been and throw pennies in the shopping malls fountain and can't help but wish the tiles beneath our feet become the ledge we cast ourselves off in pursuit of a solution to our problems, birds singing just to hear them selves speak over the sound of scripture and funeral playlist, caskets lowered to the beat of our relatives hearts and fireflies fill the new graves sky
Paint peeling from the decay of abandoned houses
Dust builds on shelves that use to be filled Screams of joy and pain still echo the empty halls
And sights of folks that use to walk on these floors are rumored to be seen

Paint peeling from the decay of abandoned houses
Dust builds on shelves that use to be filled Screams of joy and pain still echo the empty halls
And sights of folks that use to walk on these floors are rumored to be seen
It hurts To be
Out of body
And no one can see you Or hear your voice
We choose the love think we deserve but settling for less has left scars and im not afraid of the dark but im afraid of fucking up or missing the path i should have taken even if the other one is faster everyone says i have a whole life ahead of me but the tunnel looks shorter and shorter the more i think about it and the more i dream about it and i might as well hammer a nail into the coffin and call it a day
Death seems like a safe route
And I'll fantasize about it till im gone

All my wishes were thrown down a well and should die there - scary stories to tell in the dark

From AMWWTDAWASDT split
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SHE loves me...she loves me not. I tear my hands, scatter the broken fingers... As we scatter the random riddling heads of daisies tumbling through summer. It's after one and you must be asleep. The milky way is like a silver river. I'm in no hurry. There's no need to wake you or disturb you with thunder. It's what they call the end of the affair. Love's gondola has struck the rocks of fact. We're quits--no point in totting up our score of troubles, miseries, and wrongs. See how much peace the world can give. The sky is wrapped in stars, the gift of night. At such a time you rise, and find you speak to all the years, the future, and the world. It's after one and you must be asleep. Or maybe you can feel the night as well. I'm in no hurry.
There's no need To wake you or disturb you with thunder.

1972andesflightdisaster - vacuity

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AMWWTDAWASDT/1972andesflightdisaster split

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