it's not sounding late; the rails are vibrating
i said that i was going, you told me i was staying
'till the end, anyway, the cars are stopped waiting
if i can (i can) i will be taking the long way around
if i'm not already tapped out

congregating poets early evening in the dark
exactly mid october in the city in the bar
and i am purging static in the corner breaking blocks
from a catastrophic autumn and an ensuing year of calm

and you're trying not to listen as another line is lost
the rustling undressings of the trees are what you wanted
and the filtered low cool sun is setting
and the filtered low cool sun is setting
and the filtered low cool sun is setting
and the filtered low cool sun is setting now

wait, my mind is a lazy expanse, violent and viscous
don't watch me don't watch me pull it out
wait, don't say it. i'm down in the district focused and restless
don't watch me don't watch me fall down now

clarity in air, the luminal correctness
that comes from seeing sky instead of parking lots reflected
took all the midnight blues, liquefied 'em, strained 'em
sunk the atmosphere, and let it steep for days

it's incompletely cold, enough that everyone gets stylish
and your almost favorite hour leaves less arrested by your irises
and this is hard to get out, hard to get out
and this is hard to get out, hard to get out

wait, my mind is a lazy expanse, violent and viscous
don't watch me don't watch me pull it out
wait, don't say it. i'm down in the district focused and restless
don't watch me don't watch me fall down now




the indie girl phase transition

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