Kin

Burn asunder, Make an edit
Make apologies a tithe along the way
When you keep the credit
You’re a thief, but it’s ok

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notify your next of kin
let em’ know the house got damned again
open up a window
Let us in and you’ll be ok

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I don’t wanna see a supper table
Disallow a love because you’re unable to admit I may
Be a little bolder than you’re capable of owning
I know I don’t wanna compromise
I don’t wanna compromise

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You were never automatic
I coulda quit you on the day you hit My face
You get problematic
But I won’t, and it’s alright

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you’re being a coward
only fearing your changed mind
so on every referendum you can hide
straight ticket, never alright

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I remember flying off a letter
I remember us being together in the cool of the day
I would be bereft if separated, ever, from you
How could I? How could I?
I don’t wanna compromise

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where the hell did your spine go?
Did you cut it out?
Did it never grow?
Is it made of fiction and all good intention with nothing to show?

A Kind of Hunger

Hear it coming? Open season
Each death comes with a set of reasons
Go sleep beneath the river Jordan
Come care about me
Come care about me

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tremble, recognize the distance
Go try and murder every preference
I’ll keep hanging ‘round for reference
Come care about me
Come care about me

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breath, in the end, is a thing to be spent
Make it stop
Make it all swim around Me
You don’t own a thing
Gonna drown, let you see
Make it stop
Make it all quit around Me
I never lost, I never lost you

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brother, meet me under water
deep and just a little further
each lungful pulls a little harder
come care about Me
come care about Me

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changing, watching you with wonder
you’re less and getting even younger
dying is just a kind of hunger
come care about Me
come care about Me

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breath, in the end, is a thing to be spent
Make it stop
Make it all swim around Me
You don’t own a thing
Gonna drown, let you see
Make it stop
Make it all quit around Me
I never lost, I never lost you

Javert

“I kinda feel”
the beginnings of arguments too often start off that way
well fuck how I feel
it’s a bad gauge of realness
and I would like love where facts are in play

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can You honestly confess that You remember me
with all of the other lovers that You see?
But oh my God, if I hold on, will I be one You keep?

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Oh, mercy me, when You hold me it’s knee jerk
You require that “no work is due”
How can it be?
Is there room in Your home for a man that feels prone to fall through

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can you honestly expect me to confess that we’re a good fit,
or I’m worth the work it takes
But oh my God, if You hold on, 
You will find I’m glad You stayed

Part 3 Moniker

“Liar”
I’ve gone by that Moniker.
I’ve been “Plague”
I’ve been “Going Home”
& “Justice”
I’m old as time and I’m whatever I need to be
When I knock upon your door

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Black tie
That’s what I look like in every role in the cinema or the novel
I can’t keep up with all of the ways you tame
What is comin’ all the same

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And before long, I’m a wraith hammer
Some will be afraid
Some will invite me over long before I call them
But I still go
I’m still gonna go
Never the kind to be late
I will arrive when I say
Some kaleidoscope in space
“Hollis fall away, don’t be afraid”
A guaranty I am phantom and sting
But I’ve been declawed

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“Old news”
I’ve been reduced to what you check under beds for
or closets

The Carmike

If how it goes is a grand goodbye and final picture show
Then be, in the end, in The Carmike with a hip flask and your friends

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and we all wanna find that life, like kissing
at least for a while fills up what’s missing
But I don’t know everything

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Later, when shuffle man arrives to tuck you in
Try to recall how your father’s face was handsome after all

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and I hope that death, like love and like Jesus
Will steal our breath, if they come, I believe it
But I don’t know everything

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What to do?
We are nonplussed on the subject of what’s true
I’ll turn a corner when I can say I’m unafraid of being wrong again

Saying “I don’t know”
There’s no shame in it
Or I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost