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Confessing Secrets To Strangers

from Tell Tales​/​Standing Stones A by weakmadewhole

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Sell me more medicine for I am unwell
From the height of the heavens to the very depths of hell
All creation knows the driest of dry spells
An old and familiar face with an old familiar tell
My forehead so hot with fevered dreams
Like the bookshelf in the corner, a chipped and faded green
You remind me of the ocean, always moving, always blue
And there's nothing left but living, what else is there to do?

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I kept my hands held tied behind
Behind my back
Behind my bride
I kept my secrets locked inside
I'm the epitome of sin
The main of which is my pride
This is my, this my confession
This is my, this my confession

I lay out the mic stand, and open my book
It's full of funny phrases and it's always worth a look
To see who I was when I penned those fateful words
On the pages of a notebook, these nouns become my herds
And in the margins I see my prayers of singleness
Raptured up to heaven in a blaze of married bliss
My burden these days is much more different than before
Be careful what you wish for, especially if it's more

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from Tell Tales​/​Standing Stones A, released January 29, 2015

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