same noise from says by tinmouth

we have no use for grand pronouncements,
stay tuned for the next announcement
i’m alive and awake and i’ll be sleeping alone

we thought getting lost was the point
we were seduced and then destroyed
slack-jawed and rotten to the bone

we passed the fire taking turns
put under the bushel and the bushel burns
i remember days of being wild

i’ll flip pages and stare at screens,
it’s all the same to me
i won’t complain i’m not a child

the same noise
get away from me

this is a check don’t negotiate
preserve, archive, record, curate
whose body is this anyway?

the old mythology defense
re-conceive notions until we relent
and we have nothing left to say

nothing left to idolize,
nothing to be entitled by,
there’s no poetry in purity

when there’s so much confusion
bad ideas become solutions
mistook yr meanness for sincerity

thought about it for so long
didn’t know what to do once we go here
we can’t leave it better than we found it
so it’s better just to leave

all i can do is hold on to you

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