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that night u locked me outside
we went down the street and u were talkin in your sleep
i was suprised and fascinated by the fact that the traffic lights turn green when theres no cars on the street
in the church cemetery we found something scary
think we lost the pictures but i still remember how it goes
and i miss ur hands and the way we stand
and when we were so broke that we'd smoke out of cans
i know that u said i was ur favorite girl
if im no longer a girl can i still be part of your world
can i still sleep in ur bed
dont know whats left of you beneath the skin youve shed
sometime, i drive by your house
and forget that you dont live there anymore
like i could just walk in and your mom would be in the kitchen
and im ashamed to say that i dont miss your dad
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i miss the snow
04:25
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my brain is a map of the stars in the sky
and i dont even know why
my eyelids are purple when i squeeze them too tight
and i odnt even care why
i tuck my hair underneath my collar
it only looks pretty when its longer
what boy am i whose girl did i pretend to be
i yelled i screamed you cant help but remember me
i miss the snow i miss people i dont know
i miss stars in the sky and the scars on my thighs
and the sun in my hair and not going anywhere
i miss myself more than i miss anybody else
i walked thru the woods to the spot on the moon where they said
all your lovers will be waiting for you
and my palms are sweating and im grinding my teeth
and i dont even know why im buzzing like bees
but my hair isnt growing it hasnt in years
and i feel like youre ghost is still caught in my ear
i hide my lungs underneath my worries
my brain is falling out of me im sure of it
i wont let go to a boy whos got a piece of me
and i wont fall apart not quite so easily
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monster
01:54
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theres was a thief in the house in the middle of the night
n they dont know how he got in
there was a noise from the woods in the middle of the night
it wakes up all my friends
when he sneaks through the hall on his shivering claws
theres nothing that u can do
hes gonna get your mom and dad
and hes gonna get you too
he is a monster
someone took his heart
you'll be a goner
he'll tear your limbs apart
he walked up the stairs and he kept his eyes shut
he didnt use his eyes to see
they hid behind the couch and covered their screams
but the monster kept the beat
he reached out for her hair with his big green tongue
and he swallowed her mom right up
he took apart her lovely face and he doesnt give a fuck
he is a monster
and hes got nothing to lose
youll be a goner
did you hear the news
you are the monster hes always been in you
youll be a goner theres nothing left to do
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prozac libido
04:05
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I'll count my blessings in red colored dots
i'll line my body with all of my thoughts
and i wake in the morning to black in the sky
i wake every evening looking back at the night
but thats not enough to keep me awake
i'll count my fingers at the end of the song
and i'll write a melody it doesn't matter how long
cause i've got a secret that i gotta spill
i feel so sad that it makes me feel ill
i've got a nice house and a real good dog
but that doesn't make you immune to the fog
and i still try to find the light
i still try to find it
i'm not awake for you to take
i'm not around for you to blame
and im not a doll anymore
i'm not a baby anymore
things arent okay its driving me
right out of my head
i think im crazy but that is ok
cause im sure that's what i've become
but not sure what i have come from
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a little sad
02:44
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voices in my head
tell me to put some makeup on instead
i'm not wrong i'm not bad
we all get a little sad
cameras on my face
i just need some personal space
it's not aggressive i'm not mad
we all get a little sad
where will this make sense to me
i'm finding it hard to believe
that god has a plan for me
cant you just make it easier to breathe?
im stuck between the walls
the emptiness it crawls
its not toxic its just scared
the body lives so unprepared for things to come
& when i cry myself to sleep
i think of how i'm such a fucking creep
but i'm not broken just not fixed
i bet nobodys listening to this
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the things
03:17
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i wish i could be a girl i once wanted to see fall out of me
shaking, my head on the phone if i kiss you once will you leave me alone
been trying to write things down theyre never, close enough, to open you up
i wish i didnt have to see the things the world can do to me
and my mind is made of sticks and stones
only i can break these bones
i push my knees into my head
touch the places you turned me red
i will try, try try
i wish i could be the ones that i saw on tv when i was 17
shaky hiding my voice on the phone, can i go out this late, would it be safe to roam?
brainwash again, my life has to end, one of these days not recognizing my face
i wish i didnt have to see the vulgar things inside of me
and just to feel real i'll tear out my eyes
keep swallowing love until i feel alive
sleep every day and fight tears every night
i dont know how to exist, am i doing this right?
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9. |
if i were a cat (improv)
03:29
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f**k
03:04
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11. |
the golden hour
04:03
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12. |
pretty baby (cover)
04:27
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