Linoleum from Steady Midnight by exploding pages

the outline on the linoleum, where our fridge used to be

we didn't know our lives were dirty, in the absence of clean

and that nothing sound of a tv left on, the way it just spills into the room

until there's no room for you anymore,

until it pins you to the floor



so here we are

spilling static out the backroom

here we are

right at home, again



there is an outline on a milky polaroid,

us in an earth-toned tomb

all red eyes, all blurred edges

shaking off the afterbirth and crawling out the womb



this is the place to inter our memories

the burnt socks, the lava shag

the vhs or Betamax;

2 inch coffins or keel drag



the secret is, there's nothing between the lines

all we've got are truth and time

the secret is, there is no punchline

and all we’ve got are truth and time



i know you'd die to live it again;

we’re born into it

i would die escaping it, but then

we’re born into it

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