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Better Way
03:06
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I never thought I'd make it through the weekend. I thought I'd break before I found a way to bend. There's nothing I'm trying to say but that I hope you find a better way.
Another day of nervousness and heartache. Another day of noticing that you don't have to break. You know you're broken anyway, and that it's something you don't have to say.
I want to be a signpost leading the way to better, greater feeling, but nothing's going to make it go away. It's gonna stay with you forever. Just when you think you're getting better, you're gonna watch yourself decay.
You know I'm turned on by a body wasting. I touched you and I felt like I could hear you sing. But silence has a will and a way. How could you think that I was trying to stay?
I never thought I'd make it through the weekend. I thought I'd break before I found a way to bend. There's nothing I'm trying to say but that I hope you find a better way.
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Dead Friend
04:18
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I remember what you looked like. Your hair was black and your skin was smooth. And even when a memory leaves, I still find a little bruise.
I only really wanted you to come back. Already I wonder if it's worth it to say. What good is it starting in medias res when someday I won't remember your face?
You remind me of a dead friend. I never wanted this to end.
How could anyone have believed you were sick? You were too good for it to be true. I should have noticed. It wasn't a trick. I wonder what you already knew.
If only my love were a talisman, I would have been a better friend. But how can I tell you what I would have made? Deep down, I knew you were already dead.
You remind me of a dead friend. I never wanted this to end. You remind me of a dead friend. I never wanted this.
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Untitled
03:02
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It's not guaranteed that you're make-believe. Isn't it a question of what you're told? You need to have more sympathy, welcoming yourself into your own fold.
If I were a lion, I'd eat my mane. How do you let go of what you contain?
I am a draftsman, and I'm drawing blanks. Relative perfection would come so close. You don't have time. You don't have what it takes. How can you fuck up when you're a ghost?
Here is a window. Don't make a sound. You won't know you're broken 'til you've hit the ground. Please don't try to devise a quick way out. You're alone, just you and your shadow of doubt. You're never going to be tamed. You won't have anything to say.
It's not guaranteed that you're make-believe. Isn't it a question of what you're told? You need to have more sympathy, welcoming yourself into your own fold.
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Prism of Light
04:04
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Don't you wish it were a game? We'd all play and you'd win every time. I want to recognize my face in a mirror. I'm too afraid to try.
All I want is a prism of light that shines.
Don't you feel so undefined? Aren't you scared of what you know? Can't you show me the passage of time? The clouds are thick with the weight of dead light.
All I want is a prism of light that shines.
A tree won't grow without watering the seed. You can't be a victim if you've never had to bleed. Not one more day.
I need an image to lock in my mind. I want you to notice how hard I'm trying. We're grains of sand slipping into the tide. You have something I can't see.
All I want is a prism of light that shines.
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Eli Winter Chicago, Illinois
Eli Winter is a guitarist and writer based in Chicago.
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