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Did You Miss Me?
06:25
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Are you surprised to see me again?
Can’t we talk as old lovers? Foul-weather friends?
I’m always in, eager for out
Give you something to cry about
I’ll sate all those large appetites of yours
I’ll inhabit your skin, open all your doors
Did you miss me?
Did you miss me?
At least you won’t be alone
I’ll be in your fingers, reaching into your phone
I’ll be making excuses for your days in the dark
All bite, no bark
While you evaporate
See? It’s easy to evaporate
I’ll expand to fill
The space you've left behind
Don’t you cry
Never you mind
Did you miss me?
Did you miss me?
Worry not now that I’m here
You may be gone but there’s nothing to fear
I’ll keep you safe if you let me steer
I’ll keep you warm while you disappear
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2. |
Rituals (Inch By Inch)
06:54
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I want to forget you
But I’m looking you up
Rituals of modern love and loss
I’d find you in cinders
But you’re gluttonous, glowing
Fatted and crowing, fits you like a glove
Photos on a screen
Phosphorescent smiling
Masochistic memories
Smiling, smiling
I tell my tale of betrayal
And know full well the version you tell
Must be preciously skewed
Friendly advice and fortune
I self-actualize, I get laid and I
Fucking hate that I miss you
Holding those candles to
The golden nights of youth
Smoldering and unglued
Guess I’ll have to
Pull you out through
The hole that you went in
Inch by jagged inch
I live off grass and coffee
Omega-3s and too much sleep and
Dreams of loves to be
No clue what they’ll taste like
Except not you (thank god), that will do
For all the good it does me
So ceremonial
A shallow burial
How rote these rituals
Guess I’ll have to
Pull you out through
The hole that you went in
Inch by jagged inch
Inch by jagged inch
Inch by jagged inch
(The hole that you went in)
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3. |
Killer
05:27
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Armored in sorrow, disguised with delight
And feeling like a killer
Moving like oil on ice, like light on a knife
Slink behind confidence, whiskey-glass rhyme
Feeling like a killer
Coil the springs of the traps and take what is mine
Is it any wonder you can’t feel my shape?
Just kiss the blood off my fangs
And never run away
Paint two big Xs over your eyes
I’m feeling like a killer
Lonely for casualties, I am self-love and survive
Just break your wing for me, sick and weak prize
I’m feeling like a killer
Just open my jaws, just tenderly climb inside
Is it any wonder you can’t feel my shape?
A phantom parts the curtains and is lost again
Love this predator and I will love you, prey
Just kiss the blood off my fangs
And never run away
Never run away
Never run away
Never run away
Never run away…
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4. |
Butterfly and Bee
04:32
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Floating, frivolous
Flutters fickle from one petal to the next
Beautiful, beloved
For the painted wings it holds high above it
Begging for the net
Captured and resents
First to flock and feast on the dead eye of disease
Unfurled your wings and showed yourself to me
Buzzing, blurry
Honey goddess but remembered for the sting
Colonist born of comb
May be long romancing pollen but comes home
And once the barb is in
Venom pumping quick
Cost of the defense: messy death on retreat
Wouldn’t mind to find myself a queen
Crushing, punchy
Who will deliver once it’s winter and you’re free
And cold as stone
While I’m in the hive’s good company and warm?
You and I were never meant to be
Just a matter of taxonomy
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5. |
Purple Flowers
04:01
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Days of disaster
Lost in purple flowers
And the tape hiss of memories
Right in front of me
I watched your face change
O, sunburned synapses
Unwind and unmask us
Obvious mysteries
I mourn you when you’re not yet gone
If that’s not love then I’ve got it all wrong
Doomed from the start, this piece of my heart
To bury in song
You shone like the webbing
Stretched from past to present
And I am the spider that crawls between
Another purple day, another blossom to erase
The lift of your eyebrow
Your thoughts soft and rootbound
It was right in front of me
Undressed so I already know
Give me no sign so I can let go
Of hopeless ledges, broken fences, and skin I’ve outgrown
All in my head
This ground unsown
All in my head
You felt like home
All in my head
Savaged by laughter
The cracks mending fast
The secrets fade in these
Days of disaster
Lost in purple flowers
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Sam Cooper & The Sleepwalkers Washington, D.C.
Sam Cooper & The Sleepwalkers believe in fuzz pedals and flowers.
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