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I am the coarse tip of my tongue
or, at least, that's what I'm tied to
when I watch you take your shoes off, bare-soled and unbound
I gaze on hungrily

cause I often sleep with my shoes in bed
on those listless nights I'm irrelevant in Ohio's arms

These days slide past as adjectives
I know that action doesn't suit me
I was once a man of nouns, but they've since become unwound
I'm improper now

I'll make my way through this mirror city to get to you.

I'll tell my other I won't get high if I can avoid it.
I won't get high all alone.

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from Circumambulate EP, released November 12, 2013
Woodwind Arrangements written and performed by Ethan Helm
Additional Vocals by Emily Burns

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