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a rough demo of "Mixtape"
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I’m gonna make you a fall mixtape
because those are the easiest to make
I used to walk up and down Chinese streets
pretend I was getting over some heartbreak
and I think I was grieving something that I couldn’t express
looking in the mirrorand make the saddest
face I could muster under florescent lights
and cry as I pedaled my bike into the night
I find that finding myself in
Justin Vernon’s falsetto arms
is the safest place to be
like being slowly rocked to sleep
under a blanket on a schooner in the north Norwegian sea
I feel torn between, timber and grasslands, bookstores and grandstands
notes and treatment plans, rough and milk-soft hands
failing and flailing, and we’ve only just begun.
it’s harder to feel like a failure when you’re defeated by the sun
I'm not torn, I'm just tired
my teeth get worn out quick,
it’s the way that they’re wired
they about give up on their legs
by the 8th-inning stretch
or 18-hour-days that don’t feel all that dire
oh, how they wish to be unrequired
Social issues night with my wife is twice as much fun
when our hearts are ripe with strife
and chafed as a nutter-butter-dry dry-run
and she walked through a periscope mounted on a question,
I had a dream last night, that a group therapy session
had been run for Aaron, and for me, and for Yoni and for Andy,
facilitated by Yalom and Whitaker, not Avery
we run along see, avoiding holding hand
if we did so, we’d run in a circle, and that’s not our plan
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