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like sin
03:23
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He talks to me for hours
Gentler and ordinarily kind
I’m stumbling around the corner
How do I leave you behind
I was your frozen flower
Perfectly poised for you
Positioned by your power
We must’ve known the truth
But if we knew, then why’d I stay around
For so long you held my heart
Under the palm trees we spent new years
Planning for the next
And I never heard from your mom
After all of this time
I don’t even know if I’d know if you died
It feels like a sin
Like a sin
Like you’re my sin
He talks to me for hours
I don’t feel small anymore
I think of you in the morning
Or when I miss crying on your floor
At least I was still yours
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cinnamon bread
03:01
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Cinnamon bread an anxious bed
I mold myself to you
No one to blame God I fed the flames
My heart is built of
Second chances or three
Unrequired obsolete
You held the tightest grip on me
I had to choke for you to breathe
Meet me by the baseball field
I’ll pitch you a homerun
Let you say the things I hate
Oh you’re your father’s son
You’ll never take it back
And I’ll never ask
Oh it’s in your nature
And I’ve known that I’m all alone
‘Cause you’re sitting on your phone
Oh I chose myself
And I’ll never look back
You’ll never take it back
And I’ll never ask
Oh it’s in your nature
And I’ve known that I’m all alone
‘Cause you’re sitting on your phone
Oh I chose myself
And I’ll never look back
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in my closet
02:55
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A gold diamond ring and
A shirt with no buttons
I have his tie in my closet
Right next to the box with
Your monogrammed mug
And a framed photo of Iceland
The love I have now for my life and my house
I wish that he could know me
When I start to sweat I remember the dread
The police officers in my doorway
Your pillows were soft but your heart was a rock
I left you in the driveway
When my feet touched the ground
There were tears in my mouth
And all I had was fear
Scared to my bones
Frostbite in my toes
My friends they sat beside me
It’s not the first or the last time I suppose
So at least you’re not dead in a hotel room
Who do I trust with my heart or my lust?
And why did you want to know me?
The moon’s kinda bright but I’m bitter at night
So I think I’ll lay down
Close my eyes and hold them tight
I sing myself a lullaby
I have Grandpa Joe’s ears
And his son’s height
But I’ll never take my life
Say it’s a gift
That I’m cursed and a bitch
Know it doesn’t make a difference
‘Cause at the end of the day
There’s a box with your name written on it
In the back on my closet
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The Negotiator
03:00
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I’m tired but I’m used to staying up
It doesn’t kill me to starve
I swear I’ve had enough
If I promise to make my bed today
Maybe today’s the day
I’ll see your name and be okay
Summer is gone and once again
I’ve thrown out all my clothes
In a fatal attempt I try to
Remember your warmth
It’s fragile but I tread lightly
I’ll stay quiet, I’ll be your baby
I’ll stay quiet
Summer is gone and like a tree
I’ll stand tall
Beige and bathing
I’m breathing like my closet wall
The books in my room they fly open
And then they fall
Whatever is burning, don’t worry
I’ll take fault
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rose sunglasses
03:18
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I carry rose colored glasses in my back pocket now
‘Cause life is better blue
No more waiting for you
And I’m not a waitress anymore
I like my 9 to 5
I feel so alive
Something magic’s going on here
I like who I’ve been to me
Cold ice water in the sunrise
It feels so nice taking my time
I stole the rose colored glasses from a grandmother’s house
She asked if I was your wife and you turned around
By the look on your face I knew right then
That you had the spins
And these glasses couldn’t get me to where we began
It’s the paradox of how to change
How to feel okay
Stare down the beast
Take of your gloves
Really look him in the eyes
Something magic’s going on here
I like who I’ve been to me
Cold ice water in the sunshine
It feels so nice
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Torri Weidinger New York, New York
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