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- Track Name: Palm Trees
The earth, it spits, it spits yourself out back and forth again. The earth, it spits you right out again. And usually you're thrown out or left collecting dust, always by yourself.
The sun sets a vivid red, the valley casts lavender. What an odd place, what a beautiful place. The earth it shakes, it spits you again. The earth spits you right out. Sink to the bottom of the deepest ocean, then maybe you'll understand what I'm feeling. Sink to the bottom of the deepest ocean, then maybe you'll understand how I'm feeling.
- Track Name: Bed Sheets
I'm lost in celestial rings, hanging on to the threads of your bedspread. Woke up with you in mind. Verges of sanity, consumed entirely, by broken mosaics, fragmented questions. "Why are you here?"/"Why are you leaving?"
Woke up with you in mind
- Track Name: Folding
Smile, with your teeth kicked in, expired, the old best thing. Give up
On everything that ever mattered to you. Treat it all like it's falling apart. Make the most of everything. Because at some point it will all slips through your hands. It will all slip. Getting off your high horse, jumping off of buildings, holding hands. Sometimes it gets to the point where there's no difference. There's no difference. There's never been.