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Crumble
by Sage Francis

They've said it every year but this times it seems like
The end is near and I'm in line to see the light
How far does this black tunnel go
I got a car but the gas is running low

And as long as I've known the bumps and creeks of this house
It's starting to make the types of sounds that only comes from people's mouths
You can't tell me it's still settling
Built on an Indian burial ground killing everything

The childhood scar on my chin is back again
That old jump over my own leg dance move has to end
I've seen better days in my night terrors
I was a bike messenger without a bike and I would write letters

Ask directions to your whereabouts
Before the slow walk the rest of the show-offs were pealing out
To many hares only one tortise
That's why I left this city, too fast paced for this HO-HUM TAURUS

By the time I developed the pictures
They're as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures
If distance is a girl's best friend
Tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with DIAMONDS

Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldn't have
Diamonds cut, but coal burns and nothing lasts forever
Don't know why I bothered saving any of your letters,they're just aged paper
Crumbling

Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldn't have
Diamonds cut, the cold burns and nothing lasts
Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes

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Cheche Garcia

on Buckets Of Silence

I never held a funeral for that big part of me that died.
I need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind.
I need to piece my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in.
need to find someone to confide in, and with the rest i need to start restin'.
needless to say, i couldn't hide.
fifteen grown men shouldn't cry.

Cheche Garcia

on Message Sent

I've got some letters inside of my drawer
that should have been stamped and delivered
One is addressed to my ex
it says I'm the type of kid who can't be lived with
One is addressed to my friends
it says I'm a mess so y'all can't visit
One is addressed to myself
but I don't know what personality or hand to give it