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letra de two birds - apt (usa-ut)

accidentally k!lled two birds with one stone
never even realized a rock was thrown
now i’m traveling the backwards of house to home
an empty sh-ll of what once used to house the whole
how’s i to know that it would crumble and fall
that we would tumble in tall weeds and fumble the ball
that the tongue would stall replaced by rumble and gall
of the longest last letter, the clarion call
the drone of the insect intoned from the mid-chest
we’re frozen in mid-glance, the reward for our distress
don’t know why we feel alone in this misstep
thought by now we’d outgrown the need to impress
we’re stuck in triangles no comp-ss can rise from
it’s come to the point we can’t even let the eyes touch
it’s so far, the fire’s burned right past us
i just pray that these are phoenix ashes

burn it all, every scr-p, every last piece
i want piles of ashes to be all that you have of me
how many more ‘fore we can score it law of averages
never thought i’d find fire to be less damaging
break out the bandages, i left an ember for recollection
maybe stoke it back to effervescence
a reconnection, a rebirth, a resurrection
a regret, a mistake, a lesson
a cycle spiraling down until i’m out of this town
but you left first, your excerpts are all i have now
and i can hear a matchbook, yeah, it’s calling ’em out
and i can smell the brimstone, yeah, you called it all down
but, nah, there’s no need to salt the earth
in stalls and jerks your photo fades, the clocks reverse
the talk reverts, a birthday, a christmas
confessions made easier across long distance

you’re walking on by
unusual sight
reminders of fake fights and past lives
the floor hit my eyes
i get out, i hide
and then we part ways like it’s the last time

we’ve got blind spots the shapes of our silhouettes
you say it’s simple steps, pirouette and pivot left
i say it feels as impossible as missions get
every morning in the mirror set my eyes but vision left
why’d we ever stop drinking from that fools cup
why’d we let the wool get pulled up, rug pulled out from under
have no doubt but wonder
was it angel or devil that had fooled us?
or did we fool ourselves, a simple parlor trick
fan out the deck, pick a card, any card, you pick
convinced this magic ain’t that hard to get
but the misdirection happened at the start of it
we’re better halves now destined to be drawn and quartered
cornered, lost sight of what’s important
we could have been woven into golden thread
but we’ve chosen this instead

you’re walking on by
unusual sight
reminders of fake fights and past lives
the floor hit my eyes
i get out, i hide
and then we part ways like it’s the last time

you’re walking on by
reminders of fake fights and past lives
unusual sight
reminders of fake fights and past lives
the floor hit my eyes
reminders of fake fights and past lives
i get out, i hide
and then we part ways like it’s the last time

- apt usa ut

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