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Weak Sleepy Eyes (demo)

by Old Poetry

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I was playing dress up, scratching away at all my pride
Until I found my old foundations that summer my brother died
I think it was in the depths of me, I think it was somewhere in the pines
Where I forgave myself for everything: the lack of valuing their lives and mine

Then I fell in love two times and felt that sagebrush sea rise
It forced down my shorelines

Goddamn, I was shit to that woman
I completely lost my mind
My preservation laid in ruin; the prison of my mind in the 49th
That whole mountain range was weighing on the standard
I had for a) love and b) the way you treat a human
When what little you have is not enough

I see a familiar enemy in the way we must choose
How much time we'll spend with those we'll lose
It's a game, it's a steal
I want lifetimes worth of my parents healing my weak sleepy eyes
I'll remember them across all of my lives

I've been playing catch-up on all the debt that's in my soul
Learning not to lean on consistency or to just do what I'm told
Will bring me fleeting recognition: some hole that I dug amongst the pines
I never forgave myself for anything until I left behind that life
Now I've got such love with this woman: the copper staining on my skin
We'll stand below that towering castle when the world begins again

I see a familiar enemy in the way we must choose
How much time we'll spend with those we'll lose
It's a game, it's a steal
I want lifetimes worth of my parents healing my weak sleepy eyes
I'll remember them across all of my lives

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released October 20, 2020
Produced by Joe Capella at Cottage Audio Labs
Mastered by John Ferrara at Portrait Recording Studios

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Old Poetry

Dad emo from Montana and New Jersey. Thank you for listening.

art direction: Allison Grainer

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