the close-fisted love
I want to give, I want to give
wasn't it enough?
that's not the face, that's not the face
you're looking for
face
you with your kindness, me with my one good deed
cold arm around ya, me with my clever scheme
a wave from hostel chairs
the skin is peeling off
the walls that scream again
are you feeling new?
I didn't give, I failed to give
a little back to you
that's not the face, I'm not the face
you're looking for
far away
you've seen before
far away
a step from hostel room
the skin is aging on
the heart that breaths and looms
you with your kindness, me with my love I brought
cold arm around ya, me with my grimey thoughts
you with your kindness, me with my love I brought
crossed arm around ya, me with my grimey thoughts
you with your kindness, me with my one good deed
frost arm around you, me with my grimey thoughts
the kitchen is dreary
where no one goes near
the cabinets are vacant now
our TV is clear
us children, we will understand
but how can all of this take control of a man?
he just prefers our house shifting without a plan
the hunger is retained in this strand
the hunger will remain in this strand
the fridge that will preserve
the brews it collects
the take-out fills the wastebin
they ring out neglect
we flee to the store where
they keep all the food
an order to steal a cart
I cannot construe
so he scolds and screams to confuse
I start to see straight into his ruse
the control he keeps with the tools he's used
an entertaining tool, the term is loose
an entertaining tool, under abuse
the children, they will understand
why he spent and why they took the land
our home was nothing but a place without a plan
reduced to a cart filled with cans
barreling towards a head
what's shown
"you ain't seen nothing yet"
I've known
eclipsed by a train
moving too fast
moving too fast
the sign that we passed
lovers in casts
crippling tease
I'm lost of my knees
I'm lost of my knees
four years ago I kept a box
managing repairs
it's locked
she'd taken everything
this far along
this far along tracks
I straightened my back
it was a hack
length of my face
spit in my place
spit in my place
rush [an ungodly amount of x]
about
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Pattern recorded from March to May 2017 by Jye Ant at Jackson Never's mom's house
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