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from molotov mocktail by continental drift

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lyrics

everyone would hate me if i just acted my age
oh well, it’s too bad i’m a shell of
a man reading, dimly lit, trying to flip the next page
but trembling with the thought of acknowledgements
to follow, the misery of misremembering all the names of
the women i never felt safe enough
to touch, so i tapped them in morse code until they became
just equations, just softer things to sing about

no one to tell us we’re prisoners,
bodies that trap us in prisons regardless
and there’s nothing to say to the listeners
hounding our words just for praxis and process
feelings to gawp at

i can’t hold the world up but i’ll still feel crushed by the
weight of it falling, sometimes i’m just so
big picture, it’s comforting, something to long for but
never to act on, with hands that are this small
so speak truth, get lucky, and smile when you’re tired
and dream of a life where your fists could be useful-
where you could be useful, be loud when you want to,
act with a tenderness you’ve never known

no one to tell us we’re prisoners,
bodies that trap us in prisons regardless
and there’s nothing to say to the listeners
hounding our words just for praxis and process,
and we’ve got nowhere to run but to melody,
maladies seizing our cells while we try to behave,
atlas shrugged it off easy but i still
look over my shoulder and cry when it all falls away

none of us sacred
cyclical, sickly and still, seeking fineries
none of us make it
maybe in whispers and maybe unsavoury
lives lived in waiting
kissing in alleyways, missing it, every time
trying to be patient
we’ll try, again and again and again and again

we’ve got nowhere to run but to melody,
maladies seizing our cells while we try to behave,
atlas shrugged it off easy but i still
look over my shoulder and cry when it all falls away
(pushing uphill both ways)

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from molotov mocktail, released January 6, 2019

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