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Walking Distance
03:52
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On pins and needles
You claimed your freedom
The tallest grass behind our
Cul-de-sac refined us
Tornado season
A flickering beacon
Our diesel generator
And my only reason
For climbing water towers
And phoning after hours
Was reclaiming walking distance
As turning leaves dismissed us
You could set your watch to it
Cut bait and phone this in
Fevers break and paint dries thin
But that’s not how you’ve always been
That’s not how you’ve always been
From your vantage point
Was it worth collateral
Did it prick your finger as you
Begged the supernatural
To take this cup away
And let sleeping lies lay
The seeds you’d sown would scatter all the same
But I don’t have much interest
In keeping all your secrets
So I try to replace them
With thoughts of where I came from
The sunshine off the pavement
It’s a migratory movement
From within
But that’s just how I’ve always been
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Leverage
04:58
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Well they resent me where I’m from
Because I don’t visit enough
Which gets back to me so I don’t stop by when I’m passing through
And it’s so cyclical
You know I’m too visceral about
All this backwards leverage I still hold
Over no one but myself
Well it’s a complicated dynamic
It’s overstated, but I understate it
Two knuckles deep in soil
Gauging the life that’s left in each of us
Your flight’s delayed again and
You must know something that I don’t
When every little thing gets under my skin
How could I expect to be cut loose from all my sins
If there’s some twisted balance in the stars
Are we still buried for who we used to be?
Do they resent you where you’re from because you don’t visit enough
But the unsolved variable in their equation
Is that you just can’t fit anymore
And you’d lay it all down in some
Desperate ditch attempt if it meant for just one second’s time that you’d feel whole
Or at least more like yourself
Or at least more like myself
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Well something tells me I'll keep dreaming
Of your apartment staircase
And that's because you've become all that
I can hold onto
And that's kind of hard to face
But this old wood creaks as I climb down it
And there's nothing left to say
As you wrap your mind around it
And then don't ask me to stay
Intrepid daydreams cloud my reasoned judgment
And that makes this harder
As I try to ground my expectations as the season chases you home
Two hundred miles farther
But this old wood cracks as the fall wind slams it
You're clutching at your heart
I say I'll call and you demand it
As I beg my car to start
Well, every mile home is another chance for you to give up on me
Of which I think we're both well-aware
Oh and as I try to atone, at least mentally, for all my deep insecurities
I take a breath of this humid air
And it calms me down
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Well I've been sneaking into the balcony
Cause I don’t fit down on the floor
There was a time I knew you spoke to me
But I don't feel that anymore
And it’s a shame now
The way it shakes out
I know my mother’s losing sleep each Sunday night
And I would change that
If I knew how to
And that’s something I’ve got to live with
Well I still sit up in that balcony
Cause I can’t handle too much more
Looking down on how I’m supposed to be
But I don’t know how they’re so sure
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