OK, ONE LAST PIECE
then i'm gone
devart is like the mafia
i try to get out
then it pulls me back in


sitbackrelaxreclineshe demanded to know whether i'd deliver on timesitbackrelaxrecline
sitbackrelaxrecline sitbackrelaxrecline
through my lips tumbled out my oft said line 'sorry, i didn't hear you, there's a lot on my mind behold this consistently stressing comatose ctrl+F5 key pressing faulty hard drive cluster blessing whimpering shell of a technician ...just listen one more request might trigger involuntary eye glisten ...just listen one more request might just swallow this soul represented by a 800x600 outlook schedule paracetamol, alcohol & vitriol fills the other holes w


Raise Your Glass - Fake EPRaise Your GlassRaise Your Glass - Fake EP
a toast to missed notes in the song the world sings that slurred, mumbled cadence that our apathy brings let champagne overflow to lips torn open wide spat overboard on our departed swept away with the tide
so raise your glass to this vessel we cloak our rust with paint
and raise your glass to the captain of lethargy, our patron saint
raise your glass
to the crew hands clasped in solemn pledge
raise your glass to our abyss we've sailed over the ledge
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worn braillenever say i didn't listen my attempts to bitterly consume your alphabet soup, long past its expiry date, have gone unnoticed and it's worn me out like old brailleworn braille
time for another midnight bathroom rendezvous surrounded by controlled substances and faded prescriptions they don't belong here anymore since you're too sober to cope with the smaller details such as myself
maybe i spoke too harsh judging from the papercuts on your fingertips stay mute never let slurs taint those lips for this worn braille left


broken phone boothto the best undefinable i could ever have:broken phone booth
because you deserve it, i would like to write you something that would make you cry. not that i want you to be sad, or anybody else, but because trite or not you are just that beautiful. that and i have certainly cried enough cranberry tears over you, because you are unfortunately a shadow and shadows are often just like what's casting them but worse (and better) because they're un-haveable. even if you're me, aphrodite's shady cousin, standing on cinderblocks and wrapped in tissue-thin paper covered in mary rowlands
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