11.59.60 American Academy of Sleep Medicine
from Girls Just Want to Have Gun by Nora Nygard
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Maybe it was how tall she is. Maybe ... I knew her, she knew me. We just felt safe. There it was. It was all that mattered. It was all we needed. She talked like I’m a real person. I spent my time proving there’s nothing I wouldn’t let her take. We just felt safe.
I slipped the dream again. I wave to forfeit. I had my chance, I blew it, fuck it.
Smoke in the cottonwoods is running water over our heads like looking up from the bottom of the lake; let’s take a bath in the middle of the day. I’m breaking, I’m breaking to reach to you. If you add that second, will it stop? The fog is wounded, I’m waiting to exit, but there’s nothing like waking up, nothing like waking up.
We’d rather die than stifle in the arms of our parents. I had my chance, I blew it, fuck it.
Another cancer with a can to spray I’m not the contest piss Don’t think of me that way I’m not a man of fist to chest or trusting names with zeal of single traits Don’t think of me that way Don’t think of me that way
Smoke in your black sweater is where my face buried all the memories of you went I was there at the beginning, the middle, the end You bolted up when the rain fell on the tent
I slipped the dream again. I wave to forfeit. I had my chance, I blew it, fuck it.
Smoke in the cottonwoods is running water over our heads like looking up from the bottom of the lake; let’s take a bath in the middle of the day. I’m breaking, I’m breaking to reach to you. If you add that second, will it stop? The fog is wounded, I’m waiting to exit, but there’s nothing like waking up, nothing like waking up.
We’d rather die than stifle in the arms of our parents. I had my chance, I blew it, fuck it.
Another cancer with a can to spray I’m not the contest piss Don’t think of me that way I’m not a man of fist to chest or trusting names with zeal of single traits Don’t think of me that way Don’t think of me that way
Smoke in your black sweater is where my face buried all the memories of you went I was there at the beginning, the middle, the end You bolted up when the rain fell on the tent
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from Girls Just Want to Have Gun,
released August 8, 2013
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