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He Was Just There

from DESERT VISUALS by Teether

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lyrics

Maybe you could lift me out my slump
But you can’t help me up
I’m cold to the touch
I can almost feel the love a little bit too much
Please don’t hear me out
I’m not here enough

No shit I can’t breathe in ocean
Where oh where my potion is?
I’ll have to tiptoe across the shit
Just like Jesu did
Just like “bet you can’t play this”
I can’t seem to follow
Yet I can summon sorrow out of thin air
Death stare tomorrow
Really shit scared, and heated like Spyro
Insincere, it’s obvious from my tone
Been here, froze in place like cryo
It’s hard to sell gelato in July, though
Trust me, I had high hopes as a young’n
Burnt my thumb upon the oven heating contents for my stomach
Stunned and afraid, puffing on some pungent
Pulsating brain, smoke leaks out my puncture
Prolong the pain, leave the spirit longing
I must be insane, drenched in such discomfort
In Inner West, I spill intent
Stench abundant in the air
Pinch the flesh to double check
How could I stay present?
Dropped a basket full of eggs
Dove was freed to a pretence
Miss my friend
He was just there
We was just there

Maybe you could lift me out my slump
But you can’t help me up
I’m cold to the touch
I can almost feel the love a little bit too much
Please don’t hear me out
I’m not here enough

Crawl and falter, woke up
Walk out with my walls up
The world gets seemingly smaller
Spokes cut, never one who spoke up
Wound is deep and in it no guts
All fuss, no tangible hope
Plus should be sleeping
But in my last dream I had to sever my own skull

Turn my nose up at the reach
Lucky for this once I listened
Ready for the peace to leave
Even the green man glistens during such heat
I point out fissures in the packed street
Where I snapped this image
With a Samsung that I paid off with some thoughts I’d written
Feel my heart thump, but there’s no love in it
Just a low hum as my throat croaks to a slow ignition
Blood out my gums
Dry lips surround the spliff like pythons
Stall with such conviction
What if I’m wrong?
Bin the roach on Lygon
Choke on indecision
I’m no guide dog
Antsy turns to livid
Nearing Anstey, really I’m lost
Cannot stabilise the rhythm
Internalise morbidity and spiral for entire living
Where is my God

Crawl and falter, woke up
Walk out with my walls up
The world gets seemingly smaller
Spokes cut, never one who spoke up
Wound is deep and in it no guts
All fuss, no tangible hope
Plus should be sleeping
But in my last dream I had to sever my own skull

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from DESERT VISUALS, released August 4, 2020

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