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My Stars are Fuzzy
01:25
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Fuck me, I am shining, little yellow flowers on the ground
my brain is full of lightning, painted cow skulls, and traffic sounds
there's no peace in happiness, there's no happiness in peace
sometimes it feels like hell on earth, but I can love you still at least
and god damn it I love
We can put it in the mailbox, we can hope for the best
but the people in charge of everything only have special interests
the forests are on fire, and the library fucking flooded
we're waiting on social security, and medicaid to be gutted
I'm gonna dive into shallow water,
you're gonna dodge all my fuckin' kisses
and when we drive through the tunnel I'll hold my breath
but forget the wishes
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3. |
Polarity Disparity
02:02
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At a Loss
03:17
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Every sunny day feels like the same fever dream
a chance of rain could wash us out
I don't wanna think, I don't wanna to say a thing
I'm afraid of what we'd talk about
I'm at a loss x3
I can see my pulse beat in my retinas
it is burning in the cortex
I can feel the words stuck in the throat
of some collapsing hidden vortex
I'm at a loss x3
the walls they won't stop moving, and the days have become distorted
if I can get to sleep on time by Saturday I'll have it sorted
but for the millionth time by Sunday I'll have felt just as stuck
as anyone else on this dying planet and they don't give a fuck
so let's save face
let's lose touch
let's lay naked in hot hard earth
till we don't care as much
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My Clouds are Neon
02:56
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Suspended Adolescence
02:14
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Boxes full of baby stuff
and comfort food were not enough
for ground down teeth and gums that bleed
a jaw that clenches in deep dreams of you
you are haunting me
pill bottles all over the floor
resin hits and slamming doors
breath through the vents and shut the blinds
the blades of the box fan block my mind from thoughts
thoughts are haunting me
indebted to the family photo's
expectations of a shadow
late night t.v. dildo salesmen
family feud with Louie Anderson
found another whip-it cracker
tinfoil and tooter in a broken speaker
learned how to make morphine on my moms computer
god dammit I wish I wasn't such a loser
now that I'm older
now I don't feel older
It's been six whole fucking years
and I'm still reliving the same old fears
of suicide watch for crocodile tears
and everyone's eyeballs are tiny mirrors
and I am haunting me
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7. |
My Eyes are Ashes
03:44
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