i think i'll be leaving soon

by pocketmouse

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wrote these songs in 2014.
recorded on my nikon january 11th, 2015.
it's an ok kind of deal.

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released January 11, 2015

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pocketmouse Erie, Pennsylvania

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Track Name: talk radio
october turns my insides into red, yellow, orange, brown, dead leaves
falling in on myself
transparent skin like cellophane on bare trees.

the faucet was still running when you broke down the bathroom door
and peeled me off of the floor

november turns my world into something i don't recognize,
seeing things that aren't real, believing things that aren't real
and i can't feel.

my CD player's broken so i listen to talk radio
and they're talking about you
i want to talk about you
and how you ruined my year.
Track Name: marrow
you, a body made of broken glass.
cruciatic, a woven basket coming loose,
i'm coming through you.

you, still buried in your empty bed,
acid burn sores, strip the floorboards.
you bleach my head

the farmers crush your marrow,
grow tired of the sound of cracking bones.
but i'll strip you from their harrow.
i'll carry you home.
Track Name: twenty-one
it's been one point five since the hospital drive,
since reflective blues in my frosted eyes
and i've felt so homesick for that kind of rest,

screaming in my cage,
kicking sheets, all bleached white
like my skin, like the love i'm drowning in.

twenty-one sucks,
i brought in the year with panic attacks and sleeping pills
i wanted to call you baby,
i wanted to say i love you.
i wanted to hear you call the ambulance
i wanted to keep you on the telephone.

i swore that i would never sleep again
without an IV in my hand,
without a body beside the bed
to be sure i kept on breathing.

swore that i would never rest again,
thanks to the pounding in my head
to the crawling in my skin
i should have never let you in.