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• Artiste: Astronautalis
• Titre: Short Term Memory Loss
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your turning off your course again the fall would killa stronger man with hungry headlights closing in st john is looking pretty welcoming death is always closer than you think hes closer than closer than your friends and things we drove that car into a full on spin i wonder it just how would it feel if we dove on in i caught a glimpse of my screaming friend when my sound cut out... i swore she was laughing shattered lights spiral and blur on in and then rain sang along to her freckled skin the city's just a smudge on watery lense i couldnt helo but helpless so i kissed her again. turn it off and walkaway dont look into those waves youll never be the same again and we all suffer short term memory loss from time to time you got him jumping everywhere across the gaps and stairs embracing every nick and cut and jammed fingered face plant it's he doesnt care for good repair soak up the sun and air chipped a tooth to feel the truth breaking every bone he cant mend. the bloods the thing that drives the dream that makes him think he can fall off the bloods the thing that boils to steam that makes machines out of our hearts. the tires breathing out like moms and troubled teens. with secret smoke breaks balancing between showmanship and discovery mr. mellow drama is over there "covering things" directing traffic, mumbling, like "move it along nothing to see" its such a funny dream its such a sight to see honking horns and doubled breeze, matthews bridge in a watercolour dream and im just standing there shifting in my skin sift through grate below, fall to the rivers wash, taste the blood embrace my breaking bones