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Dirt
01:04
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Some mornings I still feel like I'm dreaming
Am I awake or asleep?
I could crash my car into the side of the highway
Maybe then I'd see
I'm unsure of where I'm headed
But I know I'll be warm
Surrounded by dirt and the worms in the ground
Our cities will be destroyed
I thought I saw a cat run by
But it was just trash in the wind
I wanna talk to the mermaids in my dreams
But maybe I've sinned
I'm unsure of where I'm headed
But I know I'll be warm
Surrounded by dirt and the worms in the ground
Our city will be destroyed
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Sometimes I still steal things
It's a habit I'm trying to outgrow my greed
I gotta call my friend Christine
I can't solve this problem on my own
I need others to help me grow
Cause I don't know the answers to everything
If we put our heads together we'll figure out something
I keep on digging holes and jumping down in them
Will you jump in with me?
I'm my own worst enemy
Sometimes I still eat meat
Don't you dare call the vegetarian police
We'll take community control anyway
Of those fuckers in the streets
Cause I don't know the answers to everything
If we put our heads together we'll figure out something
I keep on digging holes and jumping down in them
Will you jump in with me?
I'm my own worst enemy
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Coloring
01:49
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I had fun with you
We talked about sad things
But how we're happy, too
I like coloring
Audrey says it's called drawing
But I am a kid inside
Why do I hide?
Why do I hide
I just wanna hear you say sorry to me
I leave the room to cry I finally eat something
I just wanna hear you say sorry to me
I leave the room to cry I finally eat something
I like being alone
But I wish someone else were here
I get tired of thinking
I just wanna be sinking into you
Close my eyes, it's okay
I do not despise you in any way
I write love letters to myself
The light inside will never go out, never go out
I write love letters to myself
The light inside will never go out, never go out
Never go out, never go out
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4. |
Bad Thoughts 2
02:19
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I keep having dreams about my dad, they're always sad, theyre always sad
I keep thinking you're lying to me, that you're using, that you're using
I don't know how to get away, from these bad thoughts, from these bad thoughts
They keep on leading me astray, I get lost, I get lost
I finally found the courage to talk, to talk
I found that my worries were false, were false
I'm glad that my friends keep me in line, keep me in line
There doesn't have to be a bitter end to my life, to my life
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Officer Dinosaur
01:55
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My nephew wants to be a policeman but he's still very young
It scares me that he respects them that I'm failing as an aunt
He's my stepbrother's baby, they live in Ohio and I don't get to see them alot but I feel a sense of responsibility to teach him all that I've been taught
Is 6 years old too young to know that policemen are crooks and theives?
That they murder peaceful people based on racist beliefs
Is 6 years old too young to know that policemen murder and cage?
That they walk with burning crosses, that they love to hate
nd now I have this opportunity to impress upon a young child
Buy the anarchist children's book nobody ever bought me
And send it to Ohio
It's hard to decide sometimes what the right thing to do is
But the choices feel true to my heart when I make them
It's hard to decide sometimes what the right thing to do is
But the choices feel true to my heart when I make them
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6. |
Gender Ender
02:31
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I'm a gender ender washing dishes in the restaurant
Watching you misuse my pronouns, sure, they/them is plural for
Fuck you assholes! You should really get respectful
And look outside of yourself for once
I'm a letter sender writing to my friend in rehab
He was homeless few days later
Now he's shooting dope and fentanyl
Good damnit I can't do shit to help if he don't want it
But I hope he changes his mind again
Will you be my friend?
Walk me thru the streets in the daylight?
Will you hold my hand?
I like the way your fingers feel in mine
I like the way your fingers feel in mine
I'm a meeting attender working through some simple steps
And asking for help, planning how to attack
Cause my delusions are doing push-ups in the back of my head
Waiting for the right moment to take me out again
We take action together, gain awareness of our patterns
Found a home group and a friend group, it's a good way to get better
And don't forget to find someone to confide in and a god you can pray to, I call mine the goddess
Will you be my friend?
Walk me thru the streets in the daylight
Will you hold my hand?
I like the way your fingers feel in mine
I like the way your fingers feel in mine
Will you be my friend?
Walk me thru the streets in the daylight
Well you hold my hand?
I like the way your fingers feel in mine
I like the way your fingers feel in mine
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7. |
New Regime
02:02
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I've been working on myself lately
Which consists of me not fucking other people
But do you wanna get a coffee?
And sit outside in the city
I'm not sure what all I have to give
But we could play spades and pretend like everything's okay
Living in the Trump regime
Don't remind me please
How every little thing is in danger of sinking
Let's pretend to be assassins
Let's pretend to be dolphins
Let's eat ice cream cones and lick each other's lips
Ive been working on a program
And learning how to draw in a class that I'm taking
Do you wanna draw together?
In the last light of the evening
Living in the Trump regime
Don't remind me please
How every little thing is in danger of sinking
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
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Bad Trips (Holiday)
02:14
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Last Christmas I took a bus to New York City
I was trying to run away
It didn't work out quite like I expected
But what does anyway?
Father Christmas, grant me serenity
Grant me serenity, finally
Mother Christmas, grant me clarity
Grant me clarity, finally
Last new years I started a fire
I was sitting on the bed
I burned up my grandmother's blanket
Couldn't stop hitting my head
Father Christmas grant me serenity
Grant me serenity, finally
Mother Christmas grant me clarity
Grant me clarity, finally
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Messy
02:07
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I'm used to my life being a complete mess
But now I'm doing better and I'm scared of success
I've got the bike, the boy, the job, the mom, I live in a house
And I'm not at risk of dying of an overdose now
I'm finding love in the corner of a dusty room
I'm playing the guitar cause I really fucking want to
I'm showing up to the places I'm supposed to
Is this what life can be like for someone like me and you?
Someone like me and you
I'm learning how to live with a clear head
I almost forget the taste of laying in my bed
With a needle in my arm
But I won't close the door on all the people I have harmed
I promise I will make amends
Make amends
I'm kissing you in the corner of a public park
I'm playing whisper down the lane with my friends in the restaurant
I'm staying encouraged I'm pushing through
Is this what life can be like for someone like me and you?
Someone like me and you
Someone like
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Home
04:02
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I wanna know where you've been
I wanna know the secrets of your skin
I miss you
When are you coming home?
I wanna know where you're going, what you're doing
How you manage to get through the day away from me
Well on this end it wasn't easy
I woke up the sun was screaming my name
And I didn't wanna move
Without hearing from you
I know it's scary, but I don't feel wary at all
In fact I wish that you could sit right in my lap where you belong
Can you hear me screaming?
Can you hear me yelling?
Come home
It's time I laid at your feet
It's time I tried to breathe
I'll eat up your trash
I've seen you at last
I'll be the thing the swing the trip-trapping sting that pulls you into me
Right where you belong
Can you hear me screaming?
Can you hear me yelling, come home
I can't not look into your eyes
I can't not tell you the truth
I can't not eat up your words
I taste the sadness in you
And we come together
And we come together
And I don't mind the weather so much anymore
No I don't mind the weather, so much
Ooh
And we come together
And we come together
And I don't mind the weather so much anymore
No I don't mind the weather, so much
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11. |
Person Who Menstruates
01:57
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im sick of writing shitty songs im sick of getting fucking cramps
im sick of working all day long and washing other people's plates
im tired of it all
i get so tired of it all
kill me now jesus come for me, strip my skull and let me bleed
pierce your arrows thru me til i'm nothing
my insides are being torn apart, but actually my uterus is fucking shedding
so dont try to tell me to be happy
cus i feel my strongest and most like me when i bleed
i feel like i need to get strong and fuck my boyfriend all night long
and shave my head and run away and hope that no one comes for me
im tired of it all
i get so tired of it all
kill me now jesus come for me, strip my skull and let me bleed
pierce your arrows thru me til im nothing
my insides are being torn apart, but actually my uterus is fucking shedding
so dont try to tell me to be happy
cus i feel my strongest and most like me when i bleed
when i bleed
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12. |
Me
03:06
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I don't wanna get fucked up
I just wanna fuck shit up
Cause I get pretty tired of the way that things go down
If you bring your cross, I'll be sure to bring my crown
Can't you see?
It's not about me
I don't wanna be the actor anymore
I don't even wanna direct
But I've been thinking about directing a show and I'd tell you who to be and what to say and where to go, but that's a little different
I showed up to my haircut
I even put on a little makeup for the occasion
Cause I just wanna be someone who doesn't take and take and take but gives something to the situation
Can't you see?
It's not about me
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Public Transit Pennsylvania
folkpunk music
He/They
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