jane's poem

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our old friend jane wrote this but were not friends with her anymore
elena on vox, bailey on keys and guitar and zoë on drums


lift off my dress and i'll show you what innocence looks like
curl up in my eyelids and fall asleep with me when they start to close
touch your knee against mine when we're in the backseat of the car
and know that this is my favorite thing

tell me all the mistakes I'm making
and how proud you are of me

let me rub your crooked teeth so that i know your words are not infected
pretend not to notice how often you make me smile
know that we're losers and may amount to nothing at all

write down everything i say at 2:47 in the morning
when I'm drunk and i tell you to stop loving me

peel off the layers of my skin and color in the whites of my bones
find the missing thoughts in my head
run around in circles and you will find me in the corner
the corner


from album sneak peek, released January 4, 2016
recorded by jim paschal



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elena, bailey, and zoë

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