Hotel

In the hotel, I can’t remember how the past felt.

I rent a blank room to stop living in my past self.

Fuck now, I’m outta here tomorrow.

And when I check out,

it won’t matter how my name’s spelled,

Cause when you pass through,

you only keep what you can’t sell.

In the hotel, I can’t remember how the past felt,

But in a strange bed, I keep sleeping with my past self.

Fuck now, I’m outta here tomorrow.

And when I check out, it won’t matter how my name’s spelled

Cause when you pass through, you only keep what you can’t sell.

Doppelgänger

Can you hear me when I'm trapped behind the mirror?

A doppelgänger roaring from my silent kind of furor.

If you're quiet, you can hear the monster breathing...

Do you hear that gentle tapping?

My ugly creature's freezing.

And now's he howling, but I'm muted by the horror...

How he's everywhere and waiting,

now he's just around the corner.

Paranoia backward whispering on my shoulder.

Like a wasp is getting nervous, so if I shiver... man, it's over.

Palace

You were simpler,

you were lighter when we thought like little kids.

Like a weightless, hateless animal,

beautifully oblivious before you were hid

inside a stranger you grew into

as you learned to disconnect.

Now he hangs your mirrors separately,

so one can't show you what the other reflects.

When he heard I was on his tail,

he emptied your account

and hid a part of you that's so invaluable,

(the part of you unsellable at any amount.)

He left the tallest peak of your paradise

buried in the bottom of a canyon in hell,

but I swear, I'll find your light in the middle,

where there’s so little— late at night,

down in the pit of the well.

Then when heaven has a line around the corner,

we shouldn’t have to wait around and hope to get in

if we can carpenter a home in our heart right now

and carve a palace from within.



We won't need to take a ton of pictures,

it won't be easy to believe

the day we wake inside a secret place that everyone can see.

Zelda

Zelda—

You asked me to wake you

if I woke up before you,

and you were still stuck inside.

I’m here to tell you, “We’re not awake yet.”

Zelda,

we live between two worlds—

a tunnel with two lights,

pitch black in the middle.

[Like a dream’s dream (A copy’s copy)]

Zelda,

it’s just not important—

the small things we suffer,

they’re infinitesimal.

We swim in an ocean.

It swims between us.

Crest

Wait in the dark for me.

Wait ‘til you hear my feet.

Through & through, they wanna walk all over you.

Run where they can’t follow.

Wait underwater with me.

Swim ‘til you’re half-asleep.

Through & through, they wanna sink and maroon you.

Float on your back,

Take me closer to truth, but much, much further.

Through & through, I’m the ocean under you.

Float on your back,

Take me closer to truth, but much, much further.

Closer to truth,

But much, much further...

Endless Ladder

If I seem much different,

more removed,

if I seem distracted,

it’s not from you.

If I’m really here now,

in a place and time,

does someone look just like me on another side?

If you receive a letter in two-thousand twelve,

it could be the last letter you could send to yourself.

On an endless ladder,

climbing higher,

climbing higher,

crawling out...

On an endless ladder,

climbing higher...

So I feel much different...

so confused...

so I feel refracted...

split in twenty-two...

so I’m really here now,

in a place and time,

(though I know I might not be on another side.)

If I receive a letter from 2017,

I would know how to read it, but not what it means.

On an endless ladder,

climbing higher,

climbing higher,

crawling up...

On an endless ladder,

climbing higher...

Drift Dive

Waking up...I’m not awake.

The planet drowns in a hundred days,

dissolving into a million pieces in a billion places.

A million pieces in a billion places.

A million pieces in a billion places.

Slow it down...

wait it out...

“We can’t run, but we can go swimming...”

Diving in late at night,

we come together,

dissolving into a million pieces in a billion places.

A million pieces in a billion places.

A million pieces in a billion places.

Putting the Dog to Sleep

Prove to me

I’m not gonna die alone.

Put your arm around my collarbone,

and open the door.

Don’t lie to me

if you’re putting the dog to sleep,

that pet you just couldn’t keep,

and couldn’t afford.

Well prove to me

I’m not gonna die alone.

Unstitch that shit I’ve sewn,

to close up the hole

that tore through my skin.

Well my trust in you

is a dog with a broken leg,

tendons too torn to beg

for you to let me back in.

You said, “I can’t prove to you

you’re not gonna die alone,

but trust me to take you home,

to clean up that blood all over your paws.

“You can’t keep running out,

kicking yourself off the bed,

kicking yourself in the head,

because you’re kicking me too.”

Put your trust in me,

I’m not gonna die alone.

Put your trust in me,

I’m not gonna die alone...

I don’t think so...