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Allowances
04:43
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I’ve been standing outside the store window
Wondering what it’d be like to be asked to come in
Staring at pictures of people who look more complete
Their hair cropped short and sweet
Would it look good on me?
I've waited for 10 years and now that I’m here
I’m glad I didn’t wait longer
You are allowed
To feel the wind chill the back of your neck
To play guitar for hours on end
You are allowed to have their hand on your chest
You are allowed, you are allowed, you are allowed
To be called a friend
I’m on a rooftop saying I have no options
When summer ends all that’s left is just obligations
He tells me why don’t you stay, you have the blessing
To seek out other lives
Other ways to live
The sparrows and hairs on your head will be accounted
We’ve been waiting, step on in
You are allowed
To feel the wind chill the back of your neck
To play guitar for hours on end
You are allowed to have their hand on your chest
You are allowed, you are allowed, you are allowed
To be called a friend
Oh praise the Lord
Who set the small ones free
To indulge in what they are
In what they want to be
In all these little allowances
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White Peaches
05:20
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Thirteen hours into the future
July five years ago
I’m not in bed waiting to hear back
From you back in Tokyo
We’ll rest under the dogwood shade
Hear the cicadas cry
Injected with awkward pauses
Tell me how much you wanna die
This time I’m on my bicycle
White peaches hanging on handlebars
This time I’m not waiting anxious
I know where in Tokyo you are
I always know what makes you feel better
Or at least I know what makes me feel better for a start
Met your sister in the hotel room
The one I almost called
Did she know how close you were?
Was I the only one preventing your fall?
Maybe we weren’t two hands reaching and
Grasping and trying to get each other out
Two strands of vines climbing, invading
Twisting choking taking each other down
This time I’m on my bicycle
White peaches hanging on handlebars
This time I’m not waiting anxious
I know where in Tokyo you are
I always know what makes you feel better
Or at least I know what makes me feel better for a start
I always know what makes you feel better
Or at least I know what makes me feel better for a start
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