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letra de retrograde - plainspoke

hanging in his room, i paint a picture feigning pleasantries
aiming at the roof, the skies are blue to bane with brevity
days in on the loop, i measure shoes by length and lethargy
chasing what i knew, instead i’m waving at it’s effigy
patiently dilute what they perceive as a to z, but see
the ways i look at you would put to shame what thieves’ll pay per piece
this basically -ssumes i left the womb illumimated deep
to take this opportune to offer you a move to vacant seats
cop a seat next to me, tell you what a pessimist
looks like in a seed, call that shhhh open sesame
dripping when i bleed, must be human like the rest of ye
running out of true feats, let’s -ssume i got the recipe
done with watching movies, see the end is when i’m losing sleep
dumbing down what i’m alluding, out a noun you never need
fell in with the groupies, laughing stock of those who offer dreams
nothing left to duty, check in often from the coffin’s keep
hook
let me know (know), how you feel, if you fold (fold)
if you go to sleep, at least you deep inside what needn’t show
let me go (go), let me hold the tickets, so (so)
if you go to sleep, at least our secrecy’s invisible
x2
v2
six windows open,surreal in the focus
savoring the moment’s scenes,i’ve always seemed to notice
people living out of these, the oddities of being homeless
deal with geography, there’s devils in the soap dish
stepping stones or levels, washing pebbles, not the fruity kind
separated echoes, making peace without including mine
juggling to let go, know that all these things are moving by
chucking out the guess though, mine’s a mystery that you divide
rushing in, don’t check coats, it’s art deco if you sue the lies
summoning disciples, some won’t keep it to a suicide
it’s funny if you said so, hide the ceiling while you scuba dive
gun to shoot the devils, know there’s evils out for you and i
deadbolt on the do’, they doling several by the pseudonym
doting on the porch, it’s chicken soup for souls in suits and ties
let’s open this some more, hoping i can force a coup tonight
go for what you’re born, i’ve been sorting out just who decides
hook
let me know, let me know, how you feel, if you fold
if you go to sleep, at least you deep inside what needn’t show
let me go, let me go, let me hold the tickets, yo
if you go to sleep, at least our secrecy’s invisible
x2

- plainspoke

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