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Phillip, Burn The Piano

from Of This I Am Certain by Townies

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I’ve been making eyes at your ceiling fan
I’ve been making questionable decisions
My words remiss and break your skin like a surgical incision
And my apologies are like Tanzanite from my lungs
Still shine like diamonds
Oh a blurred face on a divine waitlist,
My god’s wasted at the corner bar
I saw your savior
He was begging for change
Screaming “everyone’s the same”
We all are
I spoke my name in foreign tongues
Introspected over months to learn
You can’t change your burnt out flickering attic bulb alone
So I came home

So I said my prayers and went to bed
But I don’t think the message sent
Fucking God left me on read

With a microscope to my bones
Cracked and bruised but they don’t show
Cut the throats of snow angels
And my head has gotten big
That my old halo don’t fit
Anymore
It’s not even close

So you sit around
At your old desk
Suicide note
It’s your fifth draft

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from Of This I Am Certain, released April 12, 2024

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