Sell Me Less, Tell Me More
color pickets
match the days away
when hours fade
there's no feel left to persuade
you know more than me
that you do
But i know who it is
beneath the scars
the fancy lights
the impervious dark
no matter what your poetry says
it's undone
and your songs will sing themselves
unfinished
until they become desperate enough
to turn to vinyl plagues
and if you were to feel contagious
i guess i could move you along
and if you were to feel contagious
I guess i could shoot you a call
no sense in wishing
what you cannot say
i kiss you well
curse me
your days of hell
to see your thoughts unshelved
is a catalog i've wanted less
sidewalks and broken bones
unskin your knees
the little fees
that bring about such doubt
color pickets
match the days away
i'm holding on to
all i've ever known
little thoughts of you
incase you move along
and if you were to feel contagious
i guess i could move you along
and if you were to feel contagious
I guess i could shoot you a call
move along now
move along
"you see the chalk, I see the paintings along the way"
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