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I broke free on a Saturday Morning
some more bangers from TMGs bluesky
heyyy so i noticed the special secret sickness is starting to eat through you. what am i supposed to do
john darnielle lyrics that have no right to be that evocative
lord send me a mechanic if I am not beyond repair
on the day that I forget you, I hope my heart explodes
[I used to live here intensifies]
my love for you is ninety eight percent pure
our love is like jesus, but worse
the ghosts that haunt your building have been learning how to breathe
see that young man who dwells inside his body like an uninvited guest
and then I think I hear angels in my ears / like marbles being thrown against a mirror
and I am coming home to you / with my own blood in my mouth
see I'm perfectly aware of where our love stands / but the plain fact is that you owe me eight grand
in this house like a Louisiana graveyard / where nothing stays buried
and I can't think of one thing in this whole wide blessed world / that's more dangerous and frightening than you when you get bored
I like these torture devices from my old best friend
and when the house goes up in flames / no one emerges triumphantly from it
drunk at the meskwaki casino / right where God intended me to be
get told to "maybe dial it back" backstage later on
and if they come catch me and arrest me mid-step / let me go down dancing / let me be the last one left