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Chatter
03:54
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You taught me how to say I love you
Through clenched teeth
While you were shaking
I live in lavender scented memories
The three wick candle you loved the best
Offset the horrors with some hard work, some hard work
No matter how many fences I have jumped
Or book that I have read
It's still in my head
And I'm doing better than anybody expected
But don't you dare take any of the credit
I guess you tried to remember my birthday this year
And you got the day wrong
But you never really knew
How to say anything we needed you to
And I know I got that trait from you
Offset the horror with some hard work
No matter how many fences I have jumped
Or book that I have read
It's still in my head
Between shakes you taught me
How to say I love you
It only sounds real when your teeth are chattering
I'm always chattering
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Scream Back!
03:47
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All your justifications dodged all my reservations
As the theories you fed me
Have more holes than the drywall
Wish I could see into your dreams
While I sleep
However seldom that may be
I'd bury myself alive before I let you die
And I would scream back at the voice in your head
For the rest of my life
We could stare off at these mountains as they fade to soft blue
Let us let them instill the kind of hope I have for you
These words clumsily fall through my teeth
When you hurt yourself
We all bleed
I'd bury myself alive before I let you die
And I would scream back at the voice in your head
For the rest of my life
One last time is always the last time
One last time is always the last time
One last time is always the last time
I'd bury myself alive before I let you die
And I would scream back at the voice in your head
For the rest of my life
Our lives
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I Hate Driving
03:31
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The first time I left home
It was early in that sixth-grade summer
Sun beams allowed me to see
A season in its infancy
The car pulled up within my reach
I pulled my suitcase off cracked concrete
Packed to the brim with parts of me
Some that would wither, and some that would breathe
That drive, it wasn’t long
It carried me away, carried me away
The second time I left home
At 17 I would’ve sworn up and down I was grown
I thought I’d be ready for anything
That this sentence could bring
That summer I learned how to drive
On roads that curved to sharp they took lives
On routes where I’d drive too fast
Weekly to press my face against the glass
That drive, it wasn’t long
It carried me away, carried me away
The third time I left home
Was the first time it wasn’t me alone
Off to chase my dreams, jargon filled as they be
To a feline symphony, I trusted my sight under sun beams
Ripping up those roots
Got the best of me
Consistently miserable and questioning
If I’d ever grown at all
That drive, was so long
It carried me away, carried me away
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3rd Session
03:59
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I stare out my window
The only one in my studio
And I watch my houseplants grow
I've got one calthea and it's dying
Withered leaves on green stems
God, it's trying
And I know I'm too young to make my death plans
If I don't make it to the morning
Will someone water my plants?
Cause I'd do anything to haunt you
Just cause when I said I saw ghosts
You said it was untrue
I'm waiting for days to get brighter
Convinced myself it'll help if I'm a writer
Brighter days ahead is what they said
But I don't believe them
And I know I'm too young to make my death plans
But if I don't make it to the morning
Please come water my plants
The door's unlocked and it's open
And I leave the door unlocked
And it's open
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In a concrete dorm room
We would chemically commune
Your fingerprints left permanent indents
In your childhood home
We would craft our plan
On how to escape ourselves and then ...
You'd be sitting on the stairs
And I would stare
At your eyes glues to a small blue light
I know I always gave you shit
But over blue light you looked perfect
To this day in the shadows of my empty bed
I see the silhouette
of your shoulder like mountains
I watch them rise and fall
How it used to be
When I just needed to know you were breathing
How have you been?
Do you hate me now?
I do.
I've been trying not to drink too much
But sleeping sure has gotten tough
When I close my eyes, you are always there
And I am unaware
If it'll be a sex dream or a horror show
The only two ways my split psyche goes
Will you hold me or open my throat?
We use to joke how easy it would be
If one day you wanted to kill me
Self preservations never been my strength
If 4am, I'm sorry, it's getting late
All this to say, I know you never could
Outside my own mind you are just too good
You always were to good for me
I couldn't fight my own insecurity
That I could never bring you new life
Even if you asked and I became your ...
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Dany Boyle Columbus, Ohio
Just another talent adjacent 20-something sad girl.
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