We on our own trip | falling in love by the milligram | pay no attention, no intentions could keep this from getting out of hand | so resistant cause we know that we are so content to sleep where we land | so sick we get to choose when we skip the plan | pay no intention, no resentment ever evened out a weaker hand | get some comfort from the chemist and we hold each other close as we can | wait wait wait wait wait wait wait | worse things have happened to better people | that’s the mantra | the feelings are over with | sick pout | kissed | but no frown flipped | missed it | we’re dealing with oceans | big fish bigger hooks | no coast, row | but just don’t go quiet | keep them alarms loud | let em look | no harm meant friction in the gaze | stare easy or fade to another place | why stay | ain’t no sense in mending any fences | they break | only taken when there’s things to take | all away | all of me offered if you ask | but only if you ask | honesty could cost me all I have | take it, we stay on our own trip | stopping the world to creep again | sleeping where I land | soft | demons eating | bottom speeding up toward my feet | I’m easily lost | needing for caution | fear to exhaust | escape the dearest to me | clear for take off | we gone again | autobahn | counter all encounters | cracks in the armor | home without a doubt | it’s a thin line between coded and closed | cozy in any mode | long as I’m covered | so long as I’m not exposed | this place is wrong for me | offer me | all or nothing | all for nothing | love me not | watch me closely | call my bluff and call the shots | roller coasting | off the lot|outthebox|busted|butfuckit|it’swhatI’vegot|soitrustitwhetherornotit’son its own trip | we’re so amused with dismay | ignore the fuse | straight in the flame | we’re so amused with dismay | ignore the fuse | (Justin Vernon) | fully, fully | i’m relying, i’m relying| and your heart legs like a joke |cut the cable, leave the oaks | im the fable, now we choke | love me baby while you poke, i won’t befriend a lie | 7 red glosses imbedded in cold washes they said | motivated mosses are holding over thier hounches she said | if more of them was honest you know no one would be cautious | and i hope that scans with your man!
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Saw the KEXP session with tracks from this one in the summer of 2012 and instantly fell in love with Doomtree. other loves come and go but this one has been on my heavy rotation thoughout the like 11 years since. It's a microcosm of what's good about Doomtree generally - a perfectly balanced feast, with a bit of everything you love in every song. Also i'd give you a different fave track any given day you ask me but here's today's Niki