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Darker Things

by Choir Vandals

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1.
Everyone is fucked up, they'll survive. It's just the chemicals imbalanced in their minds. Looking for meaning in black and white. But I can't remember what I used to be like. What I used to be like. You can try medicine. You can just fight. Some choose to face it. Some choose to die. But me, I'll just take whatever life brings. I'll learn to live with my darker things.
2.
Hey, I tried to refrain but try as I may. Could I get prescribed to touch you all day? Are you still handing it out? Is it as good as they say? Do you think you could fuck my feelings away? You said, "It's the house on the corner." In through the window in the summer. Scared to death of your older brother. Think I'm in love with the feeling of us touching each other. I knew to look before I leap, but the ground still touched my feet. Oh, I should have stayed asleep. In hindsight it seems so crystal clear. It's the house on the corner. In through the window in the summer. Scared to death of your older brother. Think I'm in love with the feeling of us touching each other. It's the house on the corner.
3.
Ghostly 03:42
And I wake up feeling dizzy still. Too much medicine for me. My head's in a dry spell. And I heard it from a friend of mine. Well, bad news could never come at such an awful time. My mother, she told me deaths they come in threes. A grandmother, former lover. Now so it seems, if history's to repeat, destiny spells out defeat. Feeling ghostly. Who authorized this screenplay? Who's got me up all night to rewrite and revise a climactic scene to end lives? And my pen goes off the page, and in turn you do the same. It feels like a movie I'm watching on an old TV. It's cutting out. It leaves me speechless at the end of a horrendous scene. Plot twist for the times, when the hero dies. And where he lies, will find my pen by surprise. And I don't know why. I didn't call cut. There's one for the academy. An award nominee.
4.
I fell down the stairs. Tripped over carpet that's no longer there. Into a hallway of nameless faces. It's tasteless, but I just need to feel alive. Oh my, all my friends are going to lose their minds tonight. Can I just lay here so I can sink into disorder? It's about time. Can I just stay here changing reflections in the mirror? I clawed up the stairs, fucked up the hardwood with my fingernails. All I need to believe is indeed there's relief for these feelings somewhere in sight. Oh my, I've gone and lost my mind tonight. It's not my bed but for tonight it ought to get me through. An honest conversation with myself is about to ensue. I feel the skin stuck to my bones starting to come unglued. Blood pressure's rising, and my veins are starting to protrude. Is that the panic setting in? Where do I begin? I can't explain every thought, every touch, every sound that this house has made. Open the window. I need air, because I'm losing it. Wait, can you close it? Because I'm liable to jump.
5.
Freaking Out 03:33
The feeling of waiting to be hung is much like the feeling of smoke in my lungs. Hobby or habit, either way I'm done. What a conscientious web I've spun. Someone asked me how I'm doing. I've got an answer you probably won't like. I can't find the words to say that I can't hang when I'm high. Oh yeah, well I guess I'm fine. They all want to talk about the things that they did back in school. And I don't want to think about the things I'll never do. Oh, I think I'm ready to leave my body tonight, so I don't feeling nothing. So quick to leave all my friends behind, would they notice I'm missing?But every time I think about the afterlife, it's so very frightening. But still, I'll leave my body tonight, so I don't feel nothing. Oh yeah, alright. How do I look? How do I sound? My eyes fixated on the tile grout. Iron gum, mojave mouth. My teeth, are they falling out? Conscious self leads to constant doubt. And I think I'll just go lay down, somewhere where no one else is around and listen to Know By Heart, because I'm freaking out. Have I ever really been myself? They all want to talk about the things that they did back in school. And I don't want to think about the things I'll never do. Oh, I think I'm ready. I think I'm ready to leave my body tonight.
6.
I was sleeping soundly and you were shaken up. Dreaming of war, drinking too much. Contemplating imprinting your touch across the property line. When the madness met me, it constricted my body. Like a shotgun wound it manifested inside. And now all your thoughts of violence are now calmed and silenced. But violence lives forever, in the house next door. Painted by primary colors, except the yellows ignored. And now I finally get, the song the sirens sing. In an orchestrated panic I was taught everything. Like how I'm not immortal just because I'm young and how the smallest spark can start the flame, it burns in everyone. How could I know, how was I to know, I was all alone. How could I know, how was I to know, you could lose complete control. I waited up until my mom said son, these things could happen to just about anyone. Just try to sleep, just try to dream, of all the things you'd love to be. And be grateful, that you're still breathing.

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released October 8, 2013

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