Three Years, Three Rounds

from by El Americano

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you wake up with your face
married to the ground
welcome back to now
fingertips, appendages
that sit on heavy palms
attached to broken arms

oh it’s not like you to give up
start to engage interviews with bad luck

*down to the first words
that dance around like a fire
when you tell me it’s over
do you know
if you’d have better luck next door?
down to first words
karma waits for us all
don’t look over your shoulder anymore
even the sand felt like snow

so you buy souvenirs
your name is just a noun
it’s the most familiar sound
go ahead count the hours
what adjectives describe
the look that’s in your eyes

she has got the devil tongue tied
sounds like hell lost the fight
she has got the devil’s tongue tied
sounds like hell lasts the night

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oh it’s so hard to know what you need
now it’s so awkward, it’s not me

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from Unfit To Climb A Tree, released October 22, 2015

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