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lyrics

it's a wave of nausea
like the moon is pulling mine
and the roller coaster's at its crest
the red light just before it turns green
its the coldest part of the earliest morning
the enlightened breath before the first kiss
an unripe peach
before the drums kick in
the second to last cigarette
its the smell of dough
of unsure and uncomfortable
the feeling of light in a room with no windows

the song you don't like
but can't stop singing
its the feeling of your hands
if they were here
the bubbles just before they break the surface
oh, the quiet sighs,
on the rainy days, the snow as it starts to stick
it's too far to see
it's morning sex and scary movies
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the picture that is underexposed,
the bland salad dressing,
the crooked painting in the hallway.
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by the end of the night,
as water that was boiling lays still
sitting silkily after the climax
after the bubbles had blossomed and burst
the deadened leaves fall to the ground
and become crisp
the echoed piano tones linger in the air
after the player leaves the bench
the sound of a door
just after its been slammed shut
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the morning after your first night together
the last brush stroke
the exhale
the melting snow
the last stanza
the dirty sheets
the lipstick on the rim of her wine glass
the moral of the story
the ash
the rotten apples on the ground
being eaten by worms

The song you don't like
but can't stop singing
its the feeling of your hands
if they were here
the bubbles just before they break the surface
Oh, the quiet sighs
on the rainy days, the snow as it starts to stick.]
it's too far to see
\
it's exhausted
after a sin, I don't feel like poetry

it's morning sex
and scary movies

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from VANITY PRESS, released January 1, 2011

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