I want you up against a wall. Right here in front of all your animals. Beside the painting of another day some peasant made some other day. To feel your breath against my jaw, a rhythm heavy and irregular, you're even lighter than you said you were. Though I know it might be statistically unlikely; My lips learn faster than my fingers, say all kinds of things that never linger long. I'll talk you through the problem just fine, but my lips learn faster than my fingers.
released October 14, 2013
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