I Don't Seem As High To Me As They Seem To Me

by Cool Points

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released 14 May 2015

Jill--Vocals
Alex--Guitars
Donald--Bass
Pierce--Drums

Recorded and Mixed by Cameron Konner
Mastered by Daniel Anderson

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Track Name: Quill Pens
We still weigh input in snake eye pennies
But we only stop to pick up twenties
You turn your eyes to alpha cigni
Deliver my words to the star when you're not listening
There's more room for them up there

There's more space but much less density
I'm not restricted by assumed frivolity
No half-assed segues or well-timed interruptions
I've got three million years until combustion
Blue white supergiant

I can hide blossoming thoughts
From exposure when I'm scared
Of my tendency to fail
Enough to keep from trying

In a room
Where friendly targets
Welcome smiles with sighing brows
I flip out
Try to say something
That gets gnarled by my doubt
As it comes out
Barely sound
And it floats to Deneb like a cloud
Track Name: You've Got Mail
I clothed my human body in
An anxious serpent's shedding skin
I carve my troubles off my face
Idle attempts to chip away
When I compare myself I cringe
Pull shallow breaths through a syringe
You're frozen water on the moon
I'm sips of wine from a spittoon

And I change the texture of purity with the feverish swell of my silent doubt

I covet beauty jealously
Tying my shadow to your feet
I demonize extended hands
I lose my chance to be a friend
Embarrassed, I'll just stay at home
Pretending that you never phoned
I feel offended and alone
I'm slamming doors you thought were closed

And I push the splinter in further to yell at somebody for not trying to pull it out

My self is liquid and boiling
Mulled by the lens that's destroying
My hope of ever enjoying
How my face looks when it's smiling
I'll pour my molten heart into
A mold of me from my own view