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Olympia
03:38
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The windows on the bus go pit-pit-a-patter
I sit in back and watch the raindrops
Bead into formless patterns
Like the leaves in autumn -
Oh, like it even matters!
Somewhere there's a mountain in the sun
Behind the clouds. In summer, it can
Make the world seem much more young
Like I thought it would be here,
But I know I'm done
Olympia! What a young and beautiful city!
Frozen lovers kiss each other on the pier
And I knew I was lost
But I thought that I could find myself
In Olympia
My mother's cursive is flawless in her last letter:
"If it's so bad, why don't you come back home?
Maybe here is better?"
But it's not my home,
And I'm trying to remember
I turn to face the window and make no sound
I have the strongest feeling and I want to write it down
But my pen stands still
And the wheels on the bus go 'round
Olympia! What a young and beautiful city!
But I'm too old to listen to the radio
And I knew I was lost
But I thought that I could find myself
In Olympia
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You Never Will be Mine
02:04
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(For Vivian)
Don't put your clothes on yet
It's still a good two hours til the bus
That bottle of Jameson is waiting
In the cabinet for us
I was thinking we'd drink ourselves blind
I was hoping it'd buy us some time
Because I know, I know, I know
You never will be mine
Your phone is ringing -those Lotharios
And parties in your coat
That first shot of alcohol is
Smoking and exploding down your throat
And you're singing my kisses are wine
But you're saying it just to be kind
I know, I know, I know
You never will be mine
Last night I dreamed that you were lying dead
Surrounded by babies with hair on their heads
They looked at me blankly to all of my questions
They walked away going in every direction
I followed one til he crawled into the sea
Then he turned around to look right back at me
And I couldn't wake up
No matter how loudly I screamed
You put my fingers in your hand
And you kissed them one by one
I wanted to feel as close as I could
Until we were done
Tomorrow it'll all be fine
I'll tell everyone it wasn't our time
But I know, I know, I know
You never will be mine
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Losing You
06:45
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Sometimes when you're sleeping off the night before
When the record coils and snakes around the run-out groove
And it's just out of rhythm - just out of tune
And in your dream stands a bloodied and frightened child
Who sings "I'm Losing You."
Isn't there something that you were supposed to do?
Mornings when you're throwing up the night before
When the wind is howling murder behind your eyes
And you can't find your balance - you can't find your feet
And the wall on the bathroom is littered with words
They say "I'm losing you."
Isn't there something that you were supposed to do?
MAYBE THERE'S SOMETHING YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH THE REST OF THE CLASS?
MAYBE THERE'S SOMETHING CRAWLING UNDERNEATH
YOUR SKIN
THAT MAYBE WILL PASS
OR MAYBE YOU'RE NOT COMING BACK
Handwriting that you can't recognize as your own
Sloppy, scary, like the homework done on the bus
Dodging insults and grabbing hands
For your jacket and tie, for your pencils and books
But you were a boy then; now you're a man
So tell me: what is this memory? What is this song:
"I'm Losing You?"
And isn't there something that you were supposed to do
MAYBE ...
I woke up today to see the sky was black
With birds who were flying south, and never coming back
And I was alone for a month in a row
And - try as I might - I just couldn't see any sign of that
Feeling changing. So:
I took a pen and tried to write a song
But I threw it away when it all came out wrong
I know I'm not the best - I'm not even the best at feeling fucked up
But I thought I could at least do well at the one thing I do well
But I thought wrong
So I went back to bed
But I couldn't sleep; not with the song stuck in my head!
Even though I knew
That I could never show you
The world
Or anybody else
And now I'm a liar as well.
I'm losing you. Isn't there something else that I was supposed to do?
Maybe...
Maybe you're not coming back.
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