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Drinking Without Me
02:58
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you can get drunk
and piss the pain away
and collect numbers
in your phone
to push my name to the bottom.
you drank gin without me
the night before we left
and didn’t tell me
until the next day;
you never drank without me.
you always drink without me.
I cannot be held responsible
but just as I did in high school
I stay up until 3 AM
fending off fighting words,
blocking bad blood,
defending desperate drives
I stay up for hours on end
because I am a slave
to my conscience.
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2. |
A Bit of Failure
01:27
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sometimes I get anxious
and I hold off
on doing things that
I know I should.
I feel like a failure
when I hold off.
.
sometimes I get anxious
but I do things
that I need to
and have needed to.
I feel so relieved
when I do things
that I need to.
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Forever Hyde Northampton, Massachusetts
Forever Hyde is a duet project between Nick Brady (nickbrady.bandcamp.com, lesprisenpati.tumblr.com) and Shannon Horte
(shannonhorte.tumblr.com). Shannon writes pretty stuff and Nick plays it and sings it and pretends that he's in a punk band. Shannon plays tambourine and sings when convinced.
They are both really poor, so it'd be awesome of anyone could spare some change. But if not it's cool.
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