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schrödinger
02:12
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Hey Schrödinger, don't put me in a box. Kill me before it starts.
Don't even close it. Leave no room for doubt, it's dead before it starts.
Nothing will come out if you open it. Hey Schrödinger, I think it’s premature opening something when you're unsure. Leave no room for doubt, it's dead before it starts. Nothing will come out if you open it. Hey Schrödinger, nice experiment. Hope you got all your answers, but now it's dead. Hey Schrödinger, it's dead before it starts. Nothing will come out,
because it's pointless
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Used to write about falling in love, now that part of me is hidden in a bunker somewhere. Obsessive thoughts about where we would live. But leaky garbage on the Ossington Strip is still leaky garbage. The West End's not the promised land after all. You found home in a basement bedroom in Montreal, leaving me an empty hall, echoing like you haven't left at all. How would it feel if my lovers used your old toothbrush? How would it feel if slept in your clothes? How would it feel if I moved away and forgot this mess? Oh, I wouldn't care 'cause I wouldn't be home. The West End's not the promised land after all. You found home in a basement bedroom in Montreal, leaving me an empty hall, echoing like you haven't left at all.
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paul giamatti
02:40
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I can't keep up with the machinations of your self doubt and you can't keep up with mine, and I know neither of us think we can make this work but maybe it'll just take time. ‘Cause I can't really tell at all how you feel, but when you texted me to say I was brave it felt real. Were the lights warm where you were when I sent that to you? And when the lights get warm do you think of me? ‘Cause when the lights get bound to ghostly streaks and orbs, you're all I can fuckin' see. I gotta stop saying that I wanna be your friend when I don't think that I can put you in a lit vitrine that's right in front of me and still pretend that it's not true that every moment that we spend together, even in this limited capacity, is the most alive I've ever felt. Were the lights warm where you were when I sent that to you? And when the lights get warm do you think of me? ‘Cause when the lights get bound to ghostly streaks and orbs, you're all I can fuckin' see.
Sideways is a 2004 film starring Paul Giamatti which famously affected wine sales throughout North America as Giamatti's character criticizes the widely popular and hearty grape Merlot. A delicate man himself, he instead sings the praises of vulnerable and acidic grape Pinot Noir. And although I've cut all specific references to drinking wine from this song, because I tried to write a bunch and they were all really bad, I was going to go for a similar metaphor right here.
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at home
02:35
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It's my favourite time of year and I'm trying to feel at home. The days are getting short, more time to feel alone. Art on the walls won't help when you suffocate every part of me. It took so long for my bed to feel like my own, hyperaware this is not my home. Task by task, piece me together.
It doesn't make me feel any better. Soft thoughts, soft lights, not sure if I'm doing this right
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Left town listening to the CDs that you lent me. Still not sure why you kissed me. But every time you change your mind I'll say that it's fine. I wasn’t ready, I needed time. I'm feeling so behind. When the rain comes in, I slow down. Rational thoughts pull me back. Ready to watch the leaves change colour, bring myself back down. Try not to be sad without you around. But every time you change your mind I'll say that it's fine. I wasn’t ready, I needed time. I'm feeling so behind. Eagerly here, I'm pacing. Feeling like I've done something wrong, nothing's wrong
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