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fingerless gloves lost between the bedsheets
shes cloaked in my conforter so memorably motionless
we sing silly songs about nothing and everything
not from my soul but made up in my head

dawn finally breaks and shatters the skyline
droplets on the leaves polarize fall in unity
shimmering shines of sunlight smile at the earth
yellow streaks soak into green into leaves
and occationally into me

i lost all my faith and my head
its hard to speak its hard to believe
with breathing so thin that i
allow my consciousness to step back

out of the spotlight and out of the foreground
spend some alone time with the better half of my mind
bring on the hate yeah bring on the love too
with and emphasis on the part about love

maybe ill leave build my own place out in the woods
gather up stones sticks seeds and some company
live off the land nothing more for a few odd years
return home with insight on what this all means
at least what it means to me

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from It's Not Realistic, But It's Real, released March 18, 2014

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