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The Night Gwen Stacy Died

from Cosplay by Poor Me

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Don’t depend on my intent. When I crack my knuckles red, I’m bearing skin not cut to fit.
Eternally, lives spent doubting live to die. And you’re right; you can’t save them all if you can’t save one.

The more there is, the less you see. All stripped down, there’s something to save.
It’s only bad. It’s only bad. It’s only bad. So I’ll be missing you – I can’t capture the fortitude.

When all the rest is recompense, please discharge my offense.
A nameless face; a basket case.
So count my time as served and don’t say a word.
No, they’ll never learn that life is dear on the edge.

And we built our modest rabbit hole – I’m not one for the size, but where we start.
That’s the hardest part.
And they’ll read of once a lonely boy suffering from himself.
He can save a world that takes away.
We have built a world that takes away.

So slow me down. I can stabilize my sight, when all around we’re dying to find what’s been around.
Just too afraid to straighten strides over dotted lines.

You fell so quickly, I would doubt my drive.
And I felt this notion -- this was your design.
You took the fall.

The more there is, the less you see; all stripped down, there’s something to save.
It’s only bad. It’s only bad. It’s only bad. So I’ll be missing you.
Can’t capture the fortitude.

I can dry these blurry eyes. When all around we’re dying to find what’s been around.
Just too afraid to straighten strides over dotted lines.

So count my time as served and don’t say a word.
No, they’ll never learn that life is dear on the edge.

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from Cosplay, released December 15, 2015

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Poor Me Denver, Colorado

Formed in 2010, Denver, CO’s Poor Me has always been a passion project; an alchemical merging of charged aggression and killer songwriting. Catharsis comes and goes in a mass of sweating bodies, fists raised to the stage. This is skate punk dragged into the now—where fast drums, muscular riffs, and razor-wire lyrics unite to document a world more fucked than ever. ... more

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