Armchairs by Andrew Bird
This jam was posted by 11 people
but Lucia was first
A terribly talented lad. Makes me sick.
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I dreamed you were a cosmonaut of the space between our chairs...
Grab hold of your bootstraps and pull like hell / Until gravity feels sorry for you and lets you go / As if you lack the proper chemicals to know, oh / The way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low
"a crooked bow"
i dreamed you were a cosmonaut of the space between our chairs and i was a cartographer of the tangles of your hair grab hold of your bootstraps, oh, and pull like hell until gravity feels sorry for you and lets you go as if you lack the proper chemicals to know how the way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low you didn't write you didn't call it didn't cross your mind at all
Time is a crooked bow.
