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She gave you every single piece of who she was
Sew up the blemishes
Fix all the damages
Look at the mess that you made there’s no one left to blame
Over and over you stole all the closure
And ruined composure while faking a
Reason for sympathy
You were her everything
No one was willing to give her the help she deserved
Near I leave apologies
Etched into the riverbed and hanging in the trees
I am torn from ground and into breeze
Drifting through the meadows as I speak to honeybees
It seems that love has forgotten piece by piece
The sweet embrace of your soul
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HOW’S LIFE?
“I’m fine!” said, drifting out to sea
These undercurrents pull me down to disagree
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
It’s not my job to be the key, to ease, to occupy yourself
The ties that bind
Are fraying soon, you’ll come to find
It’s not a factor for this ample aptitude
Breathing in rust and yet I’m still outrunning you
Don’t be prude, forget the heavy attitude
Save your pennies there
I’m seeing lies and I might need a brief time
Before I’m lashing out insane
While today is cloudy, soaked in rain
Guess I’ll sit here and change my face
And if all else fails, I’ll find myself surrounded by wildflowers and evergreens
And though I use my abuse as a seed to a spruce, as it grows up, I only hope to be fucking nothing like you!
You wanted help, you should’ve sought it through the wheels of the well
Take a pail and pass it to me
You wanted help, you should’ve flown across the sea for yourself
But I’m not giving anything
That shows myself as appreciative of your greed
I see right through your eyes
Take out a loan and make a name for yourself
Disregard the implication from the empty shelf
Trophied indeed, you’ll find immeasurable wealth
If you give up all your dreams and take a job concealing cards you’ve dealt
Take time, reminisce it like a bird is in these chimes, ringing it out wide
A forest in sublime through a pheasant’s eyes, there’s no one here to fight, no one here to take it from you
But that sounds too marvelous
So extort, overwork yourself and pour your soul
You wanted help, you should’ve sought it through the wheels of the well
Take a pail and pass it to me
You wanted help, you should’ve flown across the sea for yourself
But I’m not giving anything
That shows myself as appreciative of your greed
I see life’s too short to heed
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they can grip and grab
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Break me
Leave me in dismay
Shattered pieces left to throw away
I’ll brace it, succumb, and fake it until I self-destruct
Fuck
Yeah
The reasons, rushed and vague, it wasn’t worth your time
You’d think it’s relevant, eh?
You think it’s relevant, don’t you?
Twisting in the key
Swallowing the pride and spitting out the plea
I want you to believe
I’m growing further, sprouting tangled leaves
Yet all that I can see
Is blight that burrows further than the will to breathe
I’m taking on the needs
Of lonely, invisible ghosts that say nothing but scream
To gamble my luck, close my eyes, and forget what I see
Break the walls
Leave a scattered frame
And when the stones come falling down on you
Embrace the heavy weight of blame upon yourself, alone
Why wilt over time?
When all these other options are aligned,
Taking myself somewhere in the dark,
Kicking racists in their faces,
Past frustration makes them fall apart
Oh don’t you know?
This is how we roll,
Kick you off the boat,
Send you home,
Hope you’re into Davy Jones
As the hatred starts to pile and and the guilt begins to rot,
Make my way down south the highway where I know it’s hot
Hop on a flight, take a second right into a land of snakes up in twisted vines
A couple nights on fare, for a growing line
Escaping all our scared, hyper-anxious lives
Stuff all your wallets with greed, drink all the bottles you need,
Forget your reality
That I don’t know what to do
But she starts to dance with me
I’m matching her dances, her bright red romances
I’m feeling the bright, fluorescent glow of the night
And he’s got that lure that I’m biting for sure as we close our eyes
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Please, gentle breeze, won’t you push the crescent moon to underneath
The orange haze of a better day
I’ll tell them soon that I’m off to hell and back
It’s not enough to be
A simple absentee
I find myself encroaching on the happiness agreed
The simple bond between
Two lovestricken nineteens
I’m nothing but a selfish headache wrought with jealousy
Nate’s passed out on the bed
Kirsten’s throwing up inside the bathroom while you sit and talk to Zev
Hope I’ll be dead
Before that I should wake
Caught inside another drunken stupor while I try to concentrate and free my head
And I know I’m
Watching all the friends I know around me realizing that I’ve broke another bone
Of course I’m the root of all the problems
And I tried to solve it lying to the face that saw it coming
I was wrong, you don’t have to forgive me
It’s never something that the best of us should have to say
Reach out to failing hearts that say “do not resuscitate” wake EUGGHH!
There must be something in the water that leaves an empty pit of
Shame, pain, disdain
Hate, blame, insane
Sequences betrayal gather round, let’s pour the champagne
Make aim, pull, bang
Hits you like a heartbreak
Takes you out the picture and just leaves you with a blanked frame
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Teach me
Teach me these truths that I deceive
Leave me to wolves, thrashing wounds
Leave me in this cold
Accept my defeat
Repentance repeat
These self-afflicted stones
Leave your body ‘cross the empty road
Break your bones
There’s nothing left to gain here
You told the folks that I would graduate in twenty five
And promised them I’d stay alive
Please forego
Attempts of bringing me to light
Instead
I’d rather die to see it spread
Instead of leaving me to blow out all the glow
As fires burn a self-reflection I abhor
Won’t you find
A light within yourself to scald
These freshly made incisions
Burning out the holes that leave a rotting trace of me
She said this wouldn’t have to matter anymore
Relax! I’m breathing in what I just can’t ignore
The last decrepit memories that each night and each morning I’m nailed to the seafloor
I scream for, I plea for
Relief from these three swords
As he guarantees that I’ll
Die
Throw out the eulogy
Impersonate the enemy
Claw myself out, leave this incredulous hell
Up and down, I’m fearing endlessly
Of buying a house in a shitstorm economy
Bought out the waterfall, turned it to a metropolis
There is nothing to love or leave for your kids
You see out window to smog
Don’t you enjoy the morning view?
Don’t blame the fortress that is offering you
A beautiful day, what more to strive?
There’s eyes on the floor, show them BLEGH!!!
The jaws of these sharks tell us
“Serve us a cynical orchestra of pestilence and one day the blood that you draw will become our god”
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everything changed in a place that didn't quite feel like home
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Brian Tafazoli Charlottesville, Virginia
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