Simple Facts

by Close Kept

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Preamble 03:02
"That doesn't look too good. Let me show you what you should wear. In the meantime here's a comb, why don't you run it through your unmanageable curly red hair?" I'd like to be the stitch holding tight every inch of cloth that drapes from our skin. If I come undid, you'll roll me up between your finger and you thumb until you've finally had enough and toss me to the ground. Then you brought me that new t-shirt with far fewer holes. Said it looked real clean. You said I smelt like a foreign factory. Is that what you like? These things aren't mine they only help define what you can't find, you can't read on my jawline. We always thought that we'd be the ones to stop this. We always thought that we would explode on impact, but it's better to anticipate than partake. I know. So we just wait. We wait for it all.
We wear summer in our hair; chlorine and high humidity. I'd like to be stuck between your buttons and your seam, clinging to your floral dress at the center of your chest. You said you'd never leave those frames behind. They look good and they block out the sunshine. Then you left them on the west-side between dinner and the bus ride waiting for someone else to find. I hope they wear them all the time. We sit in an ATM vestibule, let our blood cool. There's sand in the sheets brought from the beach carried on our feet. So when our skin turns pink again, I'll stop and buy some SPF. "We'll get sick at our own expense from drinking red out of boxes," you said.
I'm so scared no one cares what I did yesterday. It makes me sick that everyone knows where I was twelve hours ago. It's your day off. I wish you'd bug off standing in line buying discount white wine. How many times can I speak my mind until you've heard it all before? Your opinion is moot, you're in a goddamn salty mood and you've had something to prove since the day you got that chip in your tooth. Save it all up for the aftermath well after the point. Chalk it all up to the simple facts, no multiple choice. Only now and then will one of us address the harsh flip of that coin. If you're not with us then get lost. This party's ok. Yeah these kids are ok, but this beer feels great. Not as good as your high waist. I'm starting to feel sick. The room is doing the spins. I think they're drinking cheap shit. My stomach can't take it. I'm gonna puke all over you, could you take a few steps back? Right on queue, you say, "Let's get some drunken food." I'll listen about how your apartment sucks and the rent is due. Sober up on the walk back to the nearest train. Count it lucky for every crack we step on the way. We'll remember that we forgot the last one already came but that's alright we like the night air in our lungs anyway. I won't mention the wrong direction that we're headed from my place. I'll stay quiet as you climb up the five steps of your staircase. I hear the keys come from your pocket and then unlock the door frame. Then I'll catch a cab like I'm twenty-eight.
Rosehill 03:39
Though I'm not too sure I have the answer I like to think on it now and again. Like, "What happened to our old friends? The ones who left the state when their parents got better jobs and moved away." It probably wasn't their fault, no not at all. But we can't help but wonder why they never called. Saw your last name on a cemetery tombstone. Thought about how all of us are slowly getting old. Looked down at my feet, saw the bouquets wilting from the rain this past week. I told myself I'd never come back again without a proper cause or a reason. The grass is far too wet for these soles, we can't leave without getting damp ourselves. A friend got in a fist fight, said he's feeling alright. If I thought he looked bad, well then, I should have seen the other guy. He asked me what I thought about bastards getting off by punching humble people like us. And, "How come we're always told what we are doing wrong?" And, "How come it's always when we're doing what we want? I can't be the only one who doesn't want to grow up or shut up." Is that enough? It's not enough. We'll take our petty coats and wear them until their buttons fall off. We'll wear our tennis shoes and run until our bones show through. We won't ask for anymore, no, this is all we can afford. We'd rather be poor than ignored.
Another Day 03:39
I lost my foot again on my backstep. With my mouth wide open I said that I am just a hypocrite, self proclaimed lunatic. I know, we are just afraid of death and the things that we'll forget. Who will forget me? What will they do with my things? Don't sell my things. Years spent quietly in the middle of the country lets our minds ease and our eyes see that we all go to the same place but we all take a different way. Looks like we'll make it another day until the sun blocks out the shade and what was black, we'll call it gray. I never like this anyway. Does it make sense? I guess that depends. We started strong. Got lost by the end. Just because it wasn't headed for us, didn't mean we'd never get touched. If we last through the summer, stay here for all September, maybe then this time we'll stay here for a little while. But never mind. If we last through the winter, stay warm for all of December, thinking that this time we'll stay here for a little while. But never mind.



released May 20, 2016

Written by Charlie Wynne and Scott Hartge

Recorded by Seth Engel at The Owlery
Mixed by Matt Reich
Mastered by Collin Jordan at The Boiler Room

Artwork by David Kasnic and Make and Co.


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