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letra de no brakes - pigeon pit

april blooming, white jasmine spills over
on to the worn out floral pattern couch
where i have been waiting
hey, kid, i think our vessel is sinking under the weight of our dark as black coffee spiked
with cheap whiskey thinking
i stand up at the front of your bed pull down the sleeves on my beat up black and white wool sweater squeezing the little red marks on my wrist where i made some mistakes
minds blank and limbs bruised
stomachs full of black coffee and plantains
in the thick smoky fog of your bedsheets
we have dug our graves
seattle is just around the corner
i feel excited and nervous
and a little bit cornered
we shave each others’ heads to
escape the heat and take to the streets
and we rise in the late morning on new year‘s day to our feast of leftovers and
falling back to sleep in the sun in your front yard
i think about how long it’s been since
i’ve felt so full and safe and warm
and i ride downtown on my bike all the same
with my headphone in — eyehategod —
and no brakes
days like these got me smiling so hard
it hurts my face; i’m going to wake up tomorrow , whatever it takes

- pigeon pit

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