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Let's split up,
I just feel like we'd cover more ground.
And there's a lot of things I'd like to do without you around.
Like just give up,
have a feed and maybe go to sleep.
Though I can never remember my dreams I hope you can remember them for me.
Whenever we meet you never see my side.
Our eyes are parallel lines.
So you relax
and you can tell, because your lips part slightly.
Just enough to only see your front teeth.
You're in the front,
I'm in the back but I can see you in the mirror,
and I can see that you are relaxed.
Oh god, what I wouldn't do for that,
I wouldn't take it back.
If I could just stop moving,
just... not even for a minute.
That's all I'd need to be somewhere completely different.
And that's all you'd need,
that's all you've ever seemed to need.
For me to stay still and watch you ride the planet past me.
Whenever we meet you never meet my eyes.
Whenever we speak you never see my side.
We must have parallel minds.
Our eyes are parallel lines.
Folk-Punk?! What! Used to love them to the point where I embraced Markwell's self-destructiveness, self-pity, contempt towards her friends, and delusions of grandeur. Do you know why? she had the soul, genius, emotional whimsy and dare to meet us in a world where getting a dog tattoo is "too ambitious," James Joyce is an insult, and whoever says "no" to romantic advances gets crushed in the end. Let's just say, she has more bones to pick with the males than any other artist I'm aware of. OQ