1. |
Stress Ball
02:56
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plastic bags of trash
everything was slow motion up until the next to last word
i donโt mind
everything foul
i donโt mind
nothing was special or worthy of note for future use
confetti on the ground
finally settles down
i donโt want to, but i had to
duck around the coat check past you
iโm a stress ball
in the junk drawer
with a phone number of a car dealership
forgot my debit card
and this was very hard
by the way, i wanna try to
shut the fuck up & make something
before i slide back into apathy
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2. |
Game Show
03:03
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is the prize behind the wall something iโll wanna keep?
the applause sign operator has been fast asleep
i canโt find my way around backstage itโs all a maze
i donโt have a fun fact or an introduction
ice cream isnโt melting, everythingโs not what it seems
wheel's been spinning forever stuck in purgatory
is my hair okay & are my flash cards frowned upon?
i think my podium is crooked
on a game show where the buzzerโs never lighting up
counting down before my throat is finally tightening up
inner monologue says โeverybody hates your gutsโฆ
stay at home next time & spare the silver lining stuffโ
give me a minute or 2, can we throw it to commercial
the lights are beating down, the prompterโs going round in circles
convertible is rusted, the detergentโs leaking out
Iโm checking my watch until i can take my name tag off
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3. |
Slasher Movie
02:14
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daydream, looking down at the space between
donโt you think itโs kind of boring
i canโt even find the words or phrases just to say this
isnโt it just great
time i spend just flushing situations down the drain
and itโs ironic
festive tablecloths
standing around uptight getting sunburned in the lawn
i donโt feel good at anything
iโve got my back against the wall
i want the ringtone turned down all the way to miss your call
i just donโt have the magic wand
iโll turn the key but then it stalls
inside the slasher movie Iโm directing for myself
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4. |
Karaoke Nite Superstar
02:17
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crowd is thinning out
onlookers calling it quits
with a microphone
dusted in strangersโ spit
curtains rustling
audible drop of a pin
and i feel nothing
and everything
didnโt mean to cry
but my heart is left in 2
its the same old song
written wrong
stumbling home in the dark
didnโt make it last
and my heart is slushy blue
ball is bouncing around on the subtitles
Iโm out the door
supermarket doors
casting a glow on the street
air is wafting out
lilac and tangerine
in the snacking aisle
onion & sour cream
and i feel nothing
and everything
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5. |
Fish Tank
01:37
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casting a wider net
iโd rather stay back in the shade
tiny particles are
looming over everything
never the time & place
the foam all starts to dissipate
every line erased and
just in case youโre wondering
nothingโs bubbling up
the castle wonโt be breached this evening
i will zig when u will zag
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6. |
Not Rock Bottom
02:40
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not rock bottom yet
and iโm confident that this will ward it off
for one more sunday
and it really makes you think
this wicked galaxy wants me flattened out like a grape
see thru
feeling insincere until my face is turning
bright blue
get me outta here the atmosphere keeps burning
i flip the light switch, no oneโs there
dismayed
drawing a spiral shape
and clicking a light-up pen from the gas station
it was hard to think
foggy & indistinct
peeling out against the guardrail
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