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you say, girl i like it fast i say, boy that don’t surprise me for what it’s worth i didn’t even ask but you just gotta advise me i’m not hoping i’m not wishing i’m not asking for permission you keep talking i’m not listening my existence ain’t on trial here comes that crazy bitch again why does she get sensitive when you tell her she’d look better if she’d only fucking smile i didn’t ask you (woah) how you see me (ooh) i don’t need you (boy) just to be me (yeah) you say, girl you’re so emotional i say, boy you’re just afraid of living in a world where you’re losing control you cower in the power that i’m made of but it’s physical, political, emotional and spiritual it’s sexual, perpetual, habitual assault here comes that short skirt argument why does she get sensitive when you put your hands all over her and tell her it’s her fault
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is the weight of the world wreaking its havoc is the state of affairs so scary it hurts is that venomous voice in your head automatic just letting you have it making you feel like dirt baby you're the damn grand canyon baby you're a big great lake you got that majesty, that beauty you can see from outer space all those tall sequoias they didn't grow in just one day you know a landmark kind of life takes time and time is on the way time is on the way carving marvels out of clay yeah time is on the way is the hardest part of your day in the morning turn on your phone, feel alone, and lament does the pressure you feel steal your breath without warning feel that furrowed brow forming making you feel irrelevant baby you're the damn grand canyon baby you're a big great lake you got that majesty, that beauty you can see from outer space all those tall sequoias they didn't grow in just one day you know a landmark kind of life takes time and time is on the way time is on the way carving marvels out of clay yeah time is on the way time is on the way coming round to save the day so slow down, let it pave the way yeah time is on the way i've had enough of you i've had enough of you i sure wish your mouth came with some glue cause i've had enough of you it's not what you say but the way that you state it it's not what you serve up but the way that you plate it i'm already fed up 'fore i see the menu yes i've had enough of you you're like a book i can't read you're like a book i can't read the day i put you down was the day i was freed yeah you're like a book i can't read each word so much worse than the last i curse every page and skim past all this stuff, it's just fluff, a marshmallow stampede yeah you're like a book i can't read i concur with your scorn for my cynical ways it's a lazy and boring disguise but the soapbox you stand on takes up too much space and it's taking a toll on the roll on my eyes when that idiot wind starts to blow when that idiot wind starts to blow i always take it as my cue to go when that idiot wind starts to blow i don't like to watch when the emperor streaks or the way that the breath of a bragging man reeks i'm covering my eyes i'm plugging my nose when that idiot wind starts to blow yeah, i always take it as my cue to go when that idiot wind starts to blow i clicked the link that said add one to the basket i didn’t think i’d be this young shopping for a casket the whole thing was pink with pretty little flowers to match it we watched it sink deep down in the grave that we paid for to stash it in a way, the day she died, i did a little too i’d have to say it was the day pink turned blue when she was alive i’d get lost on a dime, broke down like a car i tried to drive away so many times but never got too far now i believe she’s giving me signs, i see ‘em in the stars even though grief made me blind now i see her fine, she’s on my radar in a way, she gave me the map, the key, and the gasoline i’d have to say she’s paving the way for red to turn green
a little knievel, a little james dean
a little of your mama, a little mr. clean a little love and laughter and kindness too that’s what i think a lot about when i think of you charismatic conor kent ever since the accident i've been wondering why you came and went so quickly sometimes this world just don’t make sense it gives and takes without consent you were heaven-sent and i’m hell-bent on keeping you with me my wrinkles they were worth it every last one my dare-devil guardian angel son a little country, a little hang ten a little let loose, a little hardworking a little adventure, a little smile too that’s what i think a lot about when i think of you i don’t want to pay a publicist to like me i don’t want to ask a journalist to write nice things about me i don’t want to beg my friends to come to my next show i don’t want to paste my stupid face on stupid clothes i just want to write a song that saves the world or pays my rent when chasing your dreams turns to chasing your tail you start asking yourself where the hell all the time went i don’t want to shake a hand and fake my admiration i don’t want to stoke or fan the flames of my frustration i don’t want to envy when my friends enjoy successes or provide for free bits of me just to see who it impresses i don’t want to be negative i’ll quit my bellyaching i don’t want to second guess my purpose or decision making i don’t want the past or future to chase me up a tree if i stay here in this moment, maybe my dreams might chase me i get to the point i'm sharp to the touch sometimes i'm out for blood it doesn't take much you're shockingly strong not as soft as you seem sometimes you are afraid but babe you can get through anything we are tied together sister we were born and bred and this time we will keep what we reap when we sow they don't know about this needle and thread i struggled alone got lost in the stack returned to my home i learned to attack you suffered enough all tangled and spun we will not be caught stark naked when the winter comes there's a pillow i keep punching i always take you lying down there's a pill so hard to swallow i have to hide it in my mouth i'm sinking down the valley, can't find the surface i'm fighting the finale, like a novice novelist i'm pacing like Penelope, hope for my homecoming kiss course there's nothing worse than hoping at a lonesome time like this there's a hole where i keep whispering i always wonder if you hear there's a hopeless place where i know best but dear i don't dare to go near i'm counting up the memories and the sacrifices i'll spend them on you honey i don't care what the price is i'm testing several theories hoping to prove the same thesis but there's nothing worse than hoping at a lonesome time like this worry my mind, furrow my brow sweetheart i'm sweating bullets sweating you out how can i let you go when i still hope that hope exists i know there's nothing worse than hoping at a lonesome time like this still i just sit here hoping at a lonesome time like this face to the furnace, tears up in flames i was the fodder, were you not entertained? you heard it cracking, did you laugh at that sound? fire is fuel when you're the hound i've taken orders and i've contravened i've saved the day, and i’ve fled the scene i could care less about castles and crowns power is pointless when you're the hound just allow me to touch upon the fact my knee was never bent i used to have a nose for blood but now it's gone i must have lost that scent it's a wonder i've seen love at all it must have been by accident i've taken prisoners and i've been behind bars i figure salvation is not without scars face to the furnace, nose to the ground fire is freedom when you're the hound is it a wall, is it a well, is it a building or a bridge? sometimes it’s hard for me to tell what fucking structure even is is it a snake in the grass, is it a flower in the weeds? what does it take, what does it ask, what does it give, what does it need? what even is life? just a place to live and die find someone to love and say goodbye? what even is life? call me godless, call me faithless, call me a sinner, call me brainless call me devil, call me rival, point to pages in your bible preach of gold up in the heavens, warn of flames that burn in hell go ahead, pretend to be an expert on shit you don’t know so well what even is life? just a car you don’t know how to drive and you’ll never make it out alive? what even is life? is it kind of arbitrary but a little bit on purpose? time is precious and it’s scary but it’s make-believe and worthless are we ignorant, are we brilliant, are we fixed or are we fluid? are we floating on forever, are we rotting where we’re rooted? what even is life? just a place that we call home live together and die alone? what even is life? |
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