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Party Dress
04:17
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'Apathy is my only enemy'
I used to drink that line like it was Eucharist wine,
I used to preach it at a fever pitch.
Now I feel apathy in me.
I feel it in my corners, feel it kiss up to depression,
feel them both lay their hands on you.
So lift up my party dress; and I'll show you what this heartbreaker really looks like—
and it ain't pretty, but it'll show you that every heartbreaker has had their heart broken.
So I can't hate you— and you can't hate me, so we lock eyes and we kiss on the balcony.
I don't want sex. You don't want love,
So what we're doing, I don't know; ask some god above.
I feel like a superhero.
I feel like a real bastard, I feel like I'm losing my god damn mind.
And all of this is intentional now, but of course I couldn't change if I wanted to; couldn't change it if I tried.
So just lift up my party dress; and I'll show you what this heartbreaker really looks like—
and it ain't pretty, but it'll show you that every heartbreaker has had their heart broken.
So I can't hate you— and you can't hate me, so we lock eyes and we kiss on the balcony.
I don't want sex. You don't want love,
So what we're doing, I don't know; ask some god above.
CC Jesse Rosenthal
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Old Closure
03:02
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On comes Closure.
In the form of slamming my hand in the door.
Lays the puss to my eyes, and the rust to my libido
says "all of your fear is prophecy."
And all of the song birds have gone fully mute.
Their beaks gawk like fish mouths beached on the roof.
In the void of their melody I hear the tolling of some old sarcastic bell.
Unwelcome Old Closure.
Unwelcome 'cause you brought him in.
You sealed with some foreign kiss your true right to love and my powerlessness.
Now out in Wyoming off 412,
I can see the angels singing there for no one but themselves.
Their shafts of blue light rain down from the clouds,
and I cry to myself in secret but aloud.
So is this forever?
I never wanted to be right quite like this.
The shadow of my failure to love your touch, haunts every orgasm since.
Now I think of you and night and I picture him inside of you,
Closure polishes his bell to my right.
But the pain of that vision grows weaker each day, just like everything else it's been feeling farther away— lately.
CC Jesse Rosenthal
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Jesse Rosenthal Seattle, Washington
Singer-songwriter based out of Seattle, Washington.
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