1. |
Paradox
02:42
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I wanted to be a wreck forever and now I’ve become;
This monotone swirl inside of your sister’s new blender,
Inspired by what goes on in the vwomp room;
It’s been wee’d on by your brother,
Pictures; when I’m drunk flood me with echos,
Of you kissing hotter people than me,
The schadenfreude intention heard by the neighbours upstairs;
“Why should I even care?”
”That I found,
That this is what I wanted,
This is what I wan-ted,
And this is what we all need,”
Be a paradox for me and bring me joy like no other,
You could strap a belt around your neck and you’d be a medal,
Or something a little less morbid,
You’ve been far too kind, I must argue,
I bet you love it when I choose to,
The schadenfreude intention heard by the neighbours upstairs,
”Why should I even care?”
”That I found,
That this is what I wanted,
This is what I wan-ted,
And this is what we all need,”
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2. |
Scallops
02:08
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Don’t forgive my flowers yet,
They told you as they fold,
When everything’s sorted,
That’s when the world shows,
The sign that they’re actually synthetic,
An admission of guilt from the mouth of the storm,
Yellow tops from the vintage shops,
An easier way to read you,
I looked around the table and was almost sick,
Saw you crossing your arms,
Forming a shell for something,
Fortunate to see you everyday, that’s why I look for,
The sign that they’re actually sympathetic,
An admission of guilt from the mouth of the storm,
Yellow tops from the vintage shops,
An easier way to read you,
The sign that they’re actually sympathetic,
An admission of guilt from the mouth of the storm,
Yellow tops from the vintage shops,
An easier way to read you,
You’re mixing paint next to my old mates,
Knowing how to hear you best is through the metaphors,
Can we stop talking in circles?
I’m scared of the quietness and vulnerable wick,
You won’t light up,
Is it even fair to call it a break of heart?
Can’t saturate what’s already soaked,
We’ll just let it float away,
Burning the candle from both ends endlessly,
Always turns out absolutely great,
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3. |
In Your Mouth
02:09
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There’s a cramp in my foot,
Can I put it in your mouth?
You always put yours in your mouth,
Can I put them in your mouth,
More Bullets from our acquaintances,
Put them in your mouth,
It’s an obligation in your contract,
So just put them in your mouth!
You wanna say “do what I say or eat shit?”
I’m sure that’s funny to someone,
But I know that I won’t take it seriously,
You don’t mean it seriously right?
I don’t want a fuckin’ thing to do with your groin,
Your waist is a waste of all our efforts!
When’s your body even your body anymore right?
Body horror flashes my eyes,
Don’t you depend on weak shoulders now,
Can’t have you getting attached,
Hole in one, it’s just lucky,
Can’t have you getting attached,
Wanted to bleed my legacy sinking through my shawl,
Can’t have you getting attached,
So just fuck off already!
You wanna say “do what I say or eat shit?”
I’m sure that’s funny to someone,
But I know that I won’t take it seriously,
You don’t mean it seriously right?
I don’t want a fuckin’ thing to do with your groin,
Your waist is a waste of all our efforts!
When’s your body even your body anymore right?
Body horror flashes my eyes,
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4. |
Send The Boa Up
03:39
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You were caught swaying in a bad way,
Record mistakes were on new found ground just how you wanted it to be,
And I got seasick and some guy fell off the waggon on a day just like today too,
Still it’d be nice to be with home again,
Regardless my hair would still be a mess,
I’m making amends and clinging to all of the bridges,
In time,
So I can cut the boa constrictor and watch it fall up to the ground,
I must’ve caught you on a good year,
Two chords are enough they say but another couldn’t hurt,
And we were looking through t-shirts as I found the one we talked about for like way too long,
Still it’d be nice to with you again,
Regardless my hair would still be a mess,
We could make amends and cling to all of the bridges,
In time,
So I can cut the boa constrictor and watch it fall up to the ground,
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5. |
Text Then
02:53
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Tender blood red,
Strapping the spikes to your fists,
To seem tough,
When you're clearly not even!
Three more tequilas,
To wash back the narcy season,
Just don’t worry mate,
This is a night my mates don't wanna kill me!
And you,
Better see how bad you treat people and make them feel,
One time eventually,
It’ll be to your detriment and then you’ll see,
Take ten,
Text then,
More spiteful words,
To put me down,
Whining relentlessly in the dark,
Struggling to find ways to hurt me,
What motivates your spite?
There ain’t a reasonable answer to it,
Can wait to see you tonight so I shall,
Talking to myself is a pastime I even do it like right now,
And you,
Better see how bad you treat people and make them feel,
One time eventually,
It’ll be to your detriment and then you’ll see,
Take ten,
Text then!
And you,
Better see how bad you treat people and make them feel,
One time eventually,
It’ll be to your detriment and then you’ll see,
Take ten,
Text then!
Text then!!!
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