you laugh everytime i bring it up
and remind me we'll never be more than friends
you're so sure there is someone meant for me
but even surer that it's not you
one of these days you'll see
until then i'll just have to deal with it
or maybe you're right
then i'll have to deal with it forever
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we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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Sufjan Stevens
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I like it. You're good at writing little songs like that. I am sure you meant "I'll" instead of "I'm" though. But yeah, very very good.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
yeah i noticed that typo then forgot to change it, thanks for reminding me
thanks for the compliment.
i've written these three weird little poems the past two days. no real reason. at least i don't think...
thanks for the compliment.
i've written these three weird little poems the past two days. no real reason. at least i don't think...
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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Sufjan Stevens
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I like them, a lot. I wish you'd put these to music asap because I'd love to hear them.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
i actually wasn't planning for them to be songs
but heck maybe i'll play around
but heck maybe i'll play around
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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xoNoDoubt69
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