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Past Midnight / Emily, settling

by Jamie Hamilton

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Red cup of coffee in your perfect fingers, A mess of broken speech in mine. You said I'd never be a pop song singer, I wasn't dead enough inside. You were right. When we first met we were both drunk and shallow & you're the only one who's changed. Your head's a spinning wheel of blues and yellows & mine's a symphony of greys. Paint the walls of your house With someone else's words, Change your hair or your car. Paint the walls of your house With someone else's words, But don't forget who you are. Dissected you in linear equations, It came out colder than rehearsed. I never dance until it's way past midnight, Like Cinderella in reverse. It's a curse. You've got your books, I've got my insecurities, To fill the gaps inside our brains. Lose me in the memories of last month's magazines & lock whatever's left away. Paint the walls of your house With someone else's words, Change your hair or your car. Paint the walls of your house With someone else's words, But don't forget who you are.
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We sit in pairs. We toast a white dress and a suit. The table's plastic underneath its decorations, So are you. Hyperbolic handshakes With someone I used to know. Conversation over When the words arrive too slowly. Humans have the strangest celebrations. We synchronise. We smile at all the scripted times. The drinks cost 3x more But they make us 3x happier inside. Question cycle spins I thought these people were my friends. Conversation over When another one begins. Humans have the strangest celebrations. This day's built On your Dad's guilt, And words conceived But never spilt. I want to go home. You disappear. Take off your white dress and his suit. Your friends are faking fun, Just settling for anyone. And so are you. This day's built On your Dad's guilt, And words conceived But never spilt. It should have been me.

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released January 12, 2015

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