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Bad Ideas
03:46
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unless it's a house I don't need it
teenage high I saw it's so bad
--
what I do
why?
bad things
all the time
I can't think of reasons why I speak like this sometimes
bad intentions I see
bad ideas in my head
I see bad ideas in my head
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2. |
Body
08:18
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I see you
don't look on my grave
this grave
I doubt we've made this house a home
it's more of a structure where we fight
or where lovers do while the parents are away
flush down the drain
all the hair and the teeth
I didn't tell my body to make these things
ah
I didn't tell my body to make these things
oh
good thing you got that shot
good thing I got that shot that ran through the heart
good thing it's sorted
wanna hoard it
wanna take it
wanna hold you
wanna kiss you
and hug you
let's get em out of here
I saw light through your ears
I saw stretch marks on my fingers
I saw blood on my hands
I saw pock marks
I saw lingering ghosts in my head
and they changed
and blood still
and teeth hair
and blood down the drain but
I didn't tell my body to make these things
and soap won't fix it
maybe if I scrub extra hard
I should start washing my hair
fuck that I don't think I'll ever start
I didn't tell my body to make these things
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3. |
Peach Pit Velvet
10:10
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pulling my hair
--
don't walk in the room when I'm taking my baths I know you think it's funny
but sometimes I just gotta sit awhile and bathe in my filth and I'll think about nothing at all
if that's worth any thing at all
I just need some time
to learn my sides I thought were bright
you never hurt me
or anything
anything at all
I thought I made a mistake
It turns out I made a mistake
and that's all
I thought that I fucked up
turns out that I fucked up
and that's all
Just a peach pit
the most special peach pit
of them all
I like velvet
dirty, milky velvet
taped to your wall
you know that sometimes
I need my special times
you don't need to leave me alone
don't mean anything
don't mean you'll leave me alone
in fact don't leave me alone
I'm so bad for myself
don't let me be by myself at all
because I could get hurt
I know you love me
don't mean you shouldn't tell me
faces I saw in the wall
I hurt like gumby
green stretchy dumbo
I made a huge advance
now I take these things
small green and powerful
now I don't choose to feel
I just don't feel much at all
now I think I'm happy
I don't even really know
too high to remember at all
I know I'm pretty
I can be shitty
I just some times
I just need my times
I haven't drained the
bath water in six months
you're my bacon taped to the wall
you're my bacon taped to the wall
you're mother's gun to my head
you're a poisoned cat belly with lead
you're all the prettiest things
I can be unfair
I fucking hate my hair
but I'm the one who cuts it after all
I fucking hate my shit
I know that's something I'll grow in
I can make it after all
I gotta bathe myself
I gotta feed myself
I gotta bathe myself
I gotta feed myself
and that's not why you're here
after all I see
after all I've bled
I know that's over know
I've got it handled
I make decisions now
like that I'm gonna move soon
maybe I should do school
who introduced us?
who introduced you?
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4. |
Bugs Bunny Ratrace
10:36
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5. |
Crocodiles
02:59
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I lit a candle on the side of the bathtub in the night
a hundred black green candles
close to night
I'm not a crocodile
you're not a crocodile
we're not a crocodile
holding green crocodiles
sometimes I get so scaly I can't even tell the difference
but it's okay
it's alright
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Boston Slevin Portland, Oregon
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