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Stephanie
08:05
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stephanie remembers me younger
swears now i'm self assured and less impulsive
i said i want a struggle that's less destructive
she laughed and said don't hold your breath kid
there’s heavy metal in my body now
i think i finally forgive myself
a pretty woman is setting out crafts
the way i used to do for my own students
maybe when im older
i'll be better
i'll be sober
did you only like me cause you wanted to fuck me?
did you only like me cause of who I was fucking?
do I only like me because of who I was kissing?
do I only like me until that goes missing?
stephanie said to find new music
It’s all that you played constantly for me
and told me the entire backstory
that’s when I realized I carry you with me
do you carry me
with you?
but things that, you want too
not the things that hurt you
i'm sorry i didn't leave you better than i found
you shouldn't have hid and i shouldn't have allowed
you to love someone so weak
i don't think i should've let you love me
maybe i'll believe
i deserved you
when im better
when im older
when i'm sober
maybe i'll get angry
maybe you’ll forgive me
if i get better
if i get sober
if i get older
stephanie swears up and down it's becoming of me
the quiet, intentional boredom and stability
my bed, not your bed, not love, not ecstasy
I can never get enough of anything
I can never get enough of anything
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2. |
In conclusion
04:01
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the first person you ever hurt so much
you wonder if you should have
been allowed outside
ill repent to anyone willing to hear
i will find no punishment fair
i finally mastered compartmentalization
i buried a box somewhere so deep
filled with guilt that would probably kill me
i'm not angry now but i probably will be
and if i remember
i think it was December
the snow had quieted the city’s high
i still hear bells that weren’t there
still hear your voice in my ear
it all feels somehow out of time
im chasing a conclusion
made of fractals
and microscopic images
in and out of focus
somewhere in here lies the faultline
i find you in there sometimes
i'm sore and im tired
intimacy is sharp and bare
i could never love anyone like i love you
even though i see the things you did now
it's all revisionist history
left in the hands of friends and you and me
and nobody agrees
and if remember
we avoided shitty weather
but our friends were going out nearby
i still hear the nothingness
and the warmth when we returned to bed
I had hoped for better for you and I
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