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the wasp and the orchid
02:59
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how can we find ourselves
in between this mess?
i still chase that sound
that'll make you feast on my open heart.
we used to lively spend
the few minutes we had left
figuring out "why should we meet again?"
now among the grass i see
some flowers i've never met,
you'll tell me their names as if you raised them.
my eyes follow the flight of the bug
jealous that it might land in your hair
even if its fate is to die in there,
i still think to myself
that's a wonderful place to give up on us.
we were dancing in open arms,
no rush, no harm,
as their feet navigate, the mind just lets the air
run freely through its holes
and white, clear, clean corridors.
poorly lit rooms
and noisy mornings
in which we wandered
aiming to lose what we had.
i'm still here
i will ever be
even if you're gone.
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companions are just like stains on this solitude,
an accidental scratch on an already torn sheet.
nothing but dirt comes out of this,
out of my mouth, acting out of spite
around the ones i was supposed to love.
how do i cope with not having the strength
neither to stay nor to leave?
harm's done, we know.
no solution will flourish of a broken mind.
feeling the closeness of a gentle hug
might be the only thing that could save us
from our past mistakes.
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it's me on my old bed, too low to the ground
each day it's harder for me to climb out
a yellowed mattress, a deeper indent
keep flipping it over and over again
like a fucking film school shot framed in the mirror
pulling out the two greys in my beard
shave it off like i can disappear
but i've done nothing the past ten years
it's just like me to take a swing
and disagree with everything
condescend, but I am nothing
a lesson to be learned
you might wake up, but you'll never be better, than this...
pushing thirty and still playing house shows
waking up on beer soaked floors alone
hoping we'd take it further this time
but I don't know how to stay in line
bump my head and come down
the same as my shitty friends on the bright of a sunday
hoping that next year will be better
than growing out of another sweater
you might wake up, but you'll never be better
you might come through, but you'll always second guess
you might breathe free, but you'll never stop pacing
you might find love, but you'll always be depressed
you might change your hair, but you'll always look awkward
your back might heal, but you'll never get your rest
you might move on, but you'll never feel important
you might be fine, but you'll never be your best
so when you wake up
and know you'll never be better
hide under your sheets
your room will always be a mess
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nice song, Mozfart!
02:31
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it hurts deep inside, but i certainly cannot understand how it differs from the rest of our conversations. while your sorrow looks are facing the stained windows of your grandma's former house, and the ashes fly gently outside the room dancing to the light winter breeze preventing your old sweater from setting on fire, i remember all the mornings you didn't show up because you were too hangover to surrender to your past commitments.
"not every decision deserves a tomorrow,
just repeating myself how i got here
letting time judge the lack of spirit
nodding off at the very last chance to go.
lifeless silences, a creature i'd give myself to
for the only purpose of feeling"
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anime rooms AL, Spain
estoy chapao, tengo una guitarra y cero talento.
~·~
i'm just sad, have zero talent and a guitar.
don't take this seriously.
anime rooms recommends:
Creatures, Rainbows & You
by meeky
lovely tunes, lovely guys <3
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las canciones más bonitas por la persona más bonita <3
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denle amor al proyecto de Andrea <3
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