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Second Summer

by Ryan Chapin Mach

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1.
Weird 02:57
I am stuck and boarded up For four long months with people bored of love, Yeah, no one on the corner is as bored as us And I got weird, But everybody here thought I was weird for years And they're still listening, even if it isn't what they want to hear So put me down, put me down I just might find it better if you think I'm worthless So swag me out, swag me out, The only thing I'm not getting better at's Being a better person.
2.
Tired, so bored and quietly tired More tired by the minute, more tired by the sentence, we were sentenced to live by the things we do. Well the snow blew by and the snow blew by, by a bright blue sky, there was nothing to do but barely belong to you. The car's hot and the knowledge that I should have been walking It makes me nauseous, it makes me nauseous, I got over feeling awful or got over trying to. People own my time, yeah, they own my time, so I compromised, as there was nothing to do but barely belong to you. Stick stick sticky from far too many, far, far too many sweaty, intimate collisions. These intimate decisions are easy when the incision's not deep. Bet me, bet me someday you'll get me dead-set on settling, whatever that means, whatever that means. Now my office is perched in between coffee and cotton and I can't stop starting or I can't start stopping. Either I've gotten sloppy or I've thought it all through. I've never liked being touched, I don't like being touched, at least not that much, but there was nothing to do but barely belong to you. And there's hardly any comfort or pain in parting, I can't say sorry, no I won't say sorry which makes me feel odd because I always do. I don't mind being sad, it's not all that bad, if I could just feel bad but there's nothing to do but barely belong to you. Stick stick sticky from far too many, far, far too many sweaty, intimate collisions. These intimate decisions are easy when the incision's not deep. Bet me, bet me someday you'll get me dead-set on settling, whatever that means, whatever that means.
3.
Stay in touch, unless you never liked me all that much But I'm sure you'll remember You'll wise up and when I tell a bad joke you'll all crack up Yeah, I'm sure you'll remember You know where to find me, I'm not hiding, hi, your timing sure is great. Oh, I'm not really smiling, I'm just finally finding that even my friendships are fake. But you're not perfect. You're not perfect. Hey, nobody's perfect! But I'm getting pretty close. Stay in touch, don't give me any news unless it's good I'm sure you'll remember I'm stuck-up, only as much as put-down people should Be, yeah I'm sure you remember The evidence of absence of manic-patterned actions all fell through. When, tragically, I happened to proudly chatter a mixed and mastered point of view But I'm not perfect. I'm not perfect. Hey, nobody's perfect, but I'm getting pretty close.
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"I was so set on saving you. I guess I need saving too." I said as I laid in my bed by myself, but clearly addressing you. "Sometimes trust requires proof, it's gotta be based on something new" were the words that I heard in my head in your voice, demanding it be listened to. We're both good people, God just doesn't know. He's never at home, but I hear Him sometimes before I hang up the phone it's True, we just get more Bloo when we hear the truth, so I won't tell you I love you "How will you ever forgive yourself," someone said, explaining how I felt. So I stupidly stared through the glass at the back of someone's empty trailer. "Why would anyone trust you again? You like yourself less than even you admit. And though it's been said in the past, it's unclear if we ever forgave us." We're both good people, God just doesn't know. He's never at home, but I hear Him sometimes before I hang up the phone it's True, we just get more Bloo when we hear the truth, so I won't tell you I love you

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Stuff from last summer that is now better.

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released June 7, 2012

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Ryan Chapin Mach Gambier, Ohio

Bitterness is different, it's hit or miss with listeners, so I limit the risk with that symptomatic distance.

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