*co-written with Veronica May (music) i ran my sweaty palms through messy tangled hair i was a nervous schoolgirl at the science fair i smiled hard with extra teeth so i could hide the way the lump in my throat despised this pile of paper mache the project baffled me, worked hard as i projected tinkered with chemistry, results were unexpected i felt fear in safety goggles, couldn’t calculate the quote maybe too much vinegar, maybe too much baking soda my volcano now she's holding her breath, she's swallowing her pride my volcano is a mountain of words that just got tongue-tied my volcano she's glorious, she's dangerous, she's dormant and she's still my volcano if you wait ten thousand years, she might just tell you how she feels i press my legs to chest, my knees cradle my ear i'm an anxious woman, stretching my neck toward mt. ranier i whisper soft with extra air so she can hear me say i feel you bubbling underneath, i feel it every day i am no longer shocked by the lack of an eruption one day i will know, but for now there's no relief in self-destruction for birds are nesting in her nooks, and humans hike her trails i feel kinship with a mountain that chooses not to melt DRUM VERSION HERE
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*co-written with Veronica May
wakes up in the morning, waxes his mustache he's an evil-doer, revenge is his at last dastardly deceiving, wears a mask and cape memorized her shadow, so she can not escape victim and the villain, they will play their part one will take your pity, one will take your heart goes to bed each evening, hangs her head in shame she's a real do-gooder, especially good at blame properly pathetic, wears a veil of doubt memorized his methods, so he has no way out he tiptoes under her nose gets close enough to attack she lets him in, again and again she loves the knife in her back what you may not notice, what you may not see the victim and the villain, are both a part of me (it's me) |
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