![]() ![]() It just feels bad to realize you might hear something in the quietest of nights and that there are two of me and one of them will say "Hannah" way before now. I want to know, I want to see that man bleeding from his hands, towers above me, scream 'can you not, can you just not, oh, can you please just not hear me'. I can pile one atop the other, it just feels bad. You took my eyes out to speak with me and cut open my chest again, no not the gurney. It's this ability to relate that provides the socially obligatory things that I want to re-learn why we're friends again? I thought you knew. Unlike all the events staged (the puppeteer'd façade I'd made) this was naturally extraordinary and grabbed me from the ordinary, now perceived reduction theory of where we are.įrom afar it made less sense and appeared beauty-less, which I guess is its defense, not that any simple allegory transcends my inability to relate. And as things grew more complicated, conscious expansion cultivated, the books' ideas, songs' polyphony, texture, content danced around me. I can't just pile aesthetic-perceptive dilemma, over-analytic demeanors, feelings of loneliness, worthlessness and unproductivity atop the other, allowing each to bleed through their fabricated boundaries and become one more thing to notice me before it's too late and too far away from when I dreamt of explaining to you that you are an everywhere that caused these words I'd somehow type, my fingers, feet and diaphragm all screaming. As I criticize it, it's his eye, it.fills the glass, it's all that I could ask for he is drowning in the same room as me and it's the very thing that makes me believe that there are two of him and only one of me.You're not listening, I said "stop," because it's come to be too much. It gets harder to see them as the water rises. ![]() Placed behind door number 3, I lay (shaking) will he pick me Don't be alarmed or misinterpret, for it's his anonymity that put me here I should decide whether it's the dopamine or someone hitting 'refresh' on my spine al cord is aching as if the earth, like me's, been shaking, shaken up. Dancing figures, intimate, I know, but, there was more involved that made me believe that there were two of them and only one of me. Please Don't Cry, They Stopped Hours Ago. ![]() Into the halls and out the mouth of this beast. I can't remember what it was I felt, or saw, or heard, or touched after hearing the word "hello". (Crawl out, crawl out, crawl out, crawl out) Thats right, my friends, you must crawl out. But I can't seem to put my glass down maybe because soon I'll be inside, drowning in its confines, pounding on the glass like I were five. Door number 3 has opened up and like that the world pounces on the knobs of one and two "if we can't have it all, then why have anything at all?" they chant, their song sending shivers up and down, around my spine al cord is aching as if the earth like me's been shaking, shaken up and out into the place we know will give the verdict: them finding that there's something in the water. Placed behind door number 3, I lay (shaking) will he pick me? Don't be alarmed or misinterpret, for it's his anonymity that put me here I should decide whether it's the dopamine or someone hitting "refresh" on my spine al cord is aching as if the earth, like me's, been shaking, shaken up. THE BRAVE LITTLE ABACUS LYRICS "Please Don't Cry, They Stopped Hours Ago." It features melancholic and introspective lyrics, often dealing with themes of. ![]()
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