Chime along to me and hear all the inconsistencies of human feet.
We've gathered here amongst the seas you always swore you'd never meet.
To fuck until we cease to matter, connecting souls until the music dies.
To wait and taste what sins I brought to kill the mood and hit the lights,

The familiar chord you heard just before your world was set alight,
I don't trust myself with mounds of flesh in these unfamiliar waters.
You can wrap them up in silhouettes; You can wait 'til we breathe together,

But our reflections are just blurred regrets, before we got the chance to slip under blankets of white and black that drag us back.
A reminder that these oceans will spit out what they can't eat. 6PM I cling onto time and the imprecision of my dimensions.
I won't scour the bed for the silhouettes the world has given up on.

I've been sailing here for far too long painting tar on my lungs.
Killing time wih revolving doors, forgetting them at every port.
The salt no longer burns my fucking skin. Somestimes, I wish it would.
Someone teach me to sit still. Someone teach me to care again.


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The Imprecision of My Dimensions song meanings
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