I left my shadow at your door
2:33
the city forgot my name but not your eyes
2:43
I keep hearing you in things that aren’t you
3:15
maps that still say your name
2:19
my body shuts dow like a motel sign
2:47
I stopped trying to get out
3:16
collision inside my head
2:52
Your Voice Still Lives in My Headphones at 3AM
2:18
I no longer hold you with my bread-hands
2:13
the feeling left like a child in winter
1:41
still I remain under the dark root
3:25
the night feels different now
3:28
sex crime on a Tuesday night in Manila
3:09
i was waiting at the club that night
2:39
the club on Church St. feels more prejudiced than pridedise.
3:15
Bryan, the psychotherapist, who calls the police when he’s the one being racist.
2:54
we were almost something sacred
3:28
even the silence came back in B Flat
3:03
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