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I was re-listening to this album last night but this song was hitting particularly hard this time
Today I will feel something other than regret Pass me a glass and a half-smoked cigarette I've damn near got no dignity left I've damn near got no dignity left, oh
I will not be a victim of romance I will not be a victim of circumstance Chance or circumstance or romance, or any man Who could get his dirty little hands on me
Today I will feel something other than regret Pass me a glass and a half-smoked cigarette I've damn near got no dignity left I've damn near got no dignity left, oh
I will not be a victim of romance I will not be a victim of circumstance Chance or circumstance or romance, or any man Who could get his dirty little hands on me
Apr 4, 2025
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Holding out all my fears and faults
Those that conquer me
Started the second pack
'Fore the first one's finishing
I like to bridge the gap between A break and long-lost lovers Only to get me, by until I decide I've had enough
Most of the time, I can feel them on me The eyes from the stranger's window It's dark, and it's lonely, but it's nothin' to me At least somebody's home
Decades are wasting on your name You'll grasp the concept of life When you give up the point of trying If you don't do the things that you do They'll just happen to you
Pulling out all my weight And do my part and you'll say Oh, I'm so glad you're here with us today You probably thought you would be gone And until there's another way I just have to face that there's no real place To go and I could really be alone
I'd promise you now that if I had known I wouldn't be standing here There's memories to be made And water that's to wade I used it all up, drying tears
Of course, I don't regret The moments where I wept And yearned for what I've got now It's only time, it won't age like wine But it's mine and I'll take the blow
I like to bridge the gap between A break and long-lost lovers Only to get me, by until I decide I've had enough
Most of the time, I can feel them on me The eyes from the stranger's window It's dark, and it's lonely, but it's nothin' to me At least somebody's home
Decades are wasting on your name You'll grasp the concept of life When you give up the point of trying If you don't do the things that you do They'll just happen to you
Pulling out all my weight And do my part and you'll say Oh, I'm so glad you're here with us today You probably thought you would be gone And until there's another way I just have to face that there's no real place To go and I could really be alone
I'd promise you now that if I had known I wouldn't be standing here There's memories to be made And water that's to wade I used it all up, drying tears
Of course, I don't regret The moments where I wept And yearned for what I've got now It's only time, it won't age like wine But it's mine and I'll take the blow
Dec 15, 2024
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🎵this time last year i would listen to this song every day on the subway to my mind-numbingly boring barista job. i worked eight hour shifts alone, serving the occasional customer but mostly just sitting around eating expired baked goods and staring down at my ten-year-old docs spattered with matcha and espresso, the soles crusted with sidewalk salt. i listened to Phair singing about closing her eyes and her bank account and needing someone to do her thinking for her, and i fantasized about walking away from the shapeless, sleepy postgraduate life i’d sunk into.
taking off my apron, abandoning the city and everyone who knew me there, getting on a train or a plane or just walking until i was swallowed by the sunset…it all sounds so trite now, but at the time i carried that idea around like a lucky charm. something to hold onto, to help me feel real. i thought it was the most romantic thing a girl could do. go west, young woman.
taking off my apron, abandoning the city and everyone who knew me there, getting on a train or a plane or just walking until i was swallowed by the sunset…it all sounds so trite now, but at the time i carried that idea around like a lucky charm. something to hold onto, to help me feel real. i thought it was the most romantic thing a girl could do. go west, young woman.
Jan 26, 2024
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One day the skin that holds me will be dust
And I’ll be ready to travel again
For now, I want to go further in
Into moment, into vision, into you
I swore I'd show myself so I could renew
That's not the same as being new forever
The shape of your hand left in the dust of summer glass
I want to be whole enough to risk again
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It lends a reflective and wistful tone to written communications imo…
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My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
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