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Kombucha Growler
03:04
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Goddess of yeast and oh so sweet
Yeah I want you rotting inside of me
Promise to keep all that I secrete
Yeah I want you rotting inside of me
Bless up, lone ranger
Gimme that Big Danger
Insides like origami
Past lives but you forgot me
Goddess of yeast and oh so sweet
Yeah I want you rotting inside of me
Promise to keep all that I secrete
Yeah I want you rotting inside of me
You forgot that heat
Emanates from me
I am ten feet tall
Give it up for freaks
Give it up for me
Gimme that roll call
Culture with which you prescribe me
I microdose you, You crucify me
It's like you're moving faster than I'm seeing
A vision blurred, a visionary evening
Well it just occurred to me, I can't be dreaming
You make my blood pump faster than I'm breathing
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Tiki Bar Blazer Girl
03:17
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Tiki bar blazer girl
you beat me at pool
and looking sexy
and (probably) cool
I look like a wall, holding cues for you
I'm taking cues from you
You walk your boots on through me
My god, I could rip the sky in two
Practically high on you
As you lean against bamboo
But ugly truth: what I do best is pine
Friends poking at my spine
I sweat and freeze at the same time
Love's cruel and unyielding
You're cool but I'm reeling
My heart bursts through the ceiling
I had forgotten this feeling
You made me remember
Blacktop, nice to meet you, yes okay
I need the fresh air, need the stars aligned my way
I'm talking shit.
Yeah, you know I wish you'd crush me now?
I'm wishing I knew how,
If I could live without
And I've been thinking about that night
Wonder what it'd take to get it right
get it right
Maybe next year
I'll be thinking about that time
I had courage on my side
On my side
And we'll be singing oh
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GABA Weather System
02:53
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I left a kiss on her front porch
Wrapped in ChapStick, smothered good (for what?)
A lecherous writ/think piece conjured nightly
As I swayed in autumn breeze
Get your kit for Sunday
I'll be waiting in the parking lot for you
Lest you strip the underlay
Just douse it with a can or two
Woah-oh-oh
Or you can call me a cab
Woah-oh-oh
I was in love with a scab
Woah-oh-oh
Erase it all with a bath
Woah-oh-oh
He said Syrah and you, Shiraz
Long-hair shorthand:
Best sex, less friends.
Short-hair longhand:
Sans tress, berk Lent.
We'll hit the brakes come Idaho
Fuck locals, ankle-deep and incorrupt
Skinny dip in quicksand much like
Salted slugs sit: soon to wither up
I almost wish you left his mom a note
She won't be thrilled to identify his bones
Tell me all your favorite things about my throat
I don't think you should ever be left alone
Stubborn with stubble:
Stays up (not subtle)
Satin cheek action:
Lip interaction.
Long-hair shorthand:
Best sex, less friends.
Short-hair longhand:
Sans tress, berk Lent.
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Joan-Clone Phone Dome
04:33
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I know you got my number
And I hope you call me soon
There's only so much I can do
Pacing around my goddamn room
"You looked weird."
You told me in a daydream of mine
About a dream of yours
Is that desperate?
Am I desperate?
Am I dying yet?
Exquisite as this is
Pixels corner, unlike skin
Before you, I thought I knew smooth
(Could trace vectors to where they begin)
Abstinence is hardly without sin
Violent coming from within
I'd break off to break up in
Love and still conceal the spin
Yet all my wounds are closing soon
I committed to the ways that I thought that I could heal
but healing's never opportune
Maybe on the one hand
Closing vs healing won't matter that much to you
Tan hide's tan hide - only difference is a few less holes
To poke through
Explicit as this is
Love can cauterize the skin
Black and blue ringing true
Fuck, if you knew where I've been...
All my love has accomplished since
Yours went contractless to convince
Me of the flaws of innocence
Is a speed dialed ambulance
And yours eyes (like socketed worlds
Flashing back at me, lashes curled)
Orbit far from where they were hurled
Glimmering ghostily like pearls
And the way your hair sticks to
The glowing cheeks your blood's rushed to
Oh my god I've a thing for you
Corporeal, soon to imbue
God willing we'll wake up alive
Wake up in love
Wake up together
God willing we'll wake up in time
Wake up tomorrow
Wake up forever
God willing we'll wake up alive
Wake up in love
Wake up together
God willing we'll wake up tomorrow
Wake up tomorrow
Wake up tomorrow
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