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"Contentment's a time and a place, not a guilded promise that I make anymore. A fan brings air to my neck...it seems that wind should feel more natural to me"
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Constance
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I walked into golden valances and draperies your mother hid from me. I made out your reflection standing there, feet implanted by the thought that I had come to take your place in life...I guess such simple words are true enough. Constance, keep him quiet for now. Constance, keep him quiet from on. Tracing through the reeds to find Jonas' steps replacing mine...Each one brings comfort further away from this grassy patch, where I'm outlined, through force and the passing of time. But, every sinking feeling makes me rise. Constance, keep him quiet for now. Constance, keep him quiet from now on.
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Felt
01:24
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Smoke trails up the wall. A crowded room is closed off...call it an escape, call it what you want...but, I swear it temporary and I'm just not myself. Maybe I'll come down as someone else.
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Perks
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In Place
02:24
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Small steps may bring us closer than smoke let out in alleyways between us...but, I would much rather stand in place.
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Eternal
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Existential Crisis
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Contentment's a time and a place, not a guilded promise that I make anymore. A fan brings air to my neck...it seems that wind should feel more natural to me. Each blade of grass would bend and fold underneath my hurried feet, but painted perception couldn't make me happy. I've known you to be quick with words that cut away at my sullen moods. Sat down to re-work each phrase, knowing my efforts would be lost on you. I seem to brush off the reminder that I am young and that I have so much time to put my life in order. But, it's true, it is. Assuming that I will live to the full American life expectancy, there is time. But, 'time is a human-imposed construct' and life is often cut short, so living for the day is an important thing. Knowing that the things around me could cease at any moment is a scary feeling, the scariest feeling I can really think of.
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