1. |
romeo
02:39
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I’ll be your Romeo, the first to go
Are you out or are you in
I wanna know
I’ll be your company when you are free
You’ll put your heart out on the line
Willingly
I’ll be your slippers and your shades
Even when the sky is grey
‘Cause I just want you to stay
I’ll be your whiskey and your coke
Even when you’re fairly broke
‘Cause I just want you to know
I’ll be your thrift store so you’re never bored
I’ll show you all of the songs
I adore
I’ll be your playlist, and we’ll coexist
And you’ll stay with me and work
The graveyard shift
Do you take me seriously
Or is this just sorcery
Is loving me ever on your mind
Do you think about it all the time?
Could you be mine?
I’ll be your Juliet, a silhouette
And hope that I don’t fuck this up just yet
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2. |
pepto bismol
03:15
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Can’t get you off my mind in a good way
And I’m thinking of showing you the watermelons
Down by the bay
I’ve been stuck on the left side of my bed since you took the right
Every night
You make me wanna cry in a good way
And you're turning me honest
Every single day
I don’t wanna be pushed to the back of the fridge like last night’s dessert
I don’t wanna hurt
Ambrosia on the counter
Is making me lovesick
On a pepto bismol diet
And the cool whip on the coconut
Is making waves to my heart
I wanna make you feel in a good way
Something like love
On the highway
Kinda wanna be shitfaced so I can have an excuse to act like a fool
For you
You’re cream and sugar and fly close to the sun
And I still love you out of everyone
Food of the gods, prepare my love for sleep
With mandarin oranges
And something sweet
Ambrosia I love you more with
Every second
In every lifetime lemons
Are squeezed on top of marmalade
And displayed for the gods
I could pray on my odds
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3. |
curse
03:20
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I let you rent space in my mind
Open doors for whoever would like
‘Cause you said housing should be a right
Whatever helps you sleep at night
Held together by fast food and laundry piles
And free shipping once in a while
But no matter what you normalize
I still see through your little normal lies
I let you hold a place in my heart
And you said when you hurt me it was for the art
It’s ‘cause the world’s torn apart
But when I think back it’s been this way from the start
Held together by high school and student debt
That you’re paying ’till you’re dead
Oh, but no matter what you normalize
I still see through your little normal lies
And I think back to those times that you said you would care
But you weren’t there
And I try to understand how someone like you could fucking swear
It’s no such affair
I watched you say grace to the skies
I didn’t get a word in edgewise
And I took you by surprise
When I said I could see you
I wanna see me through
Your normal eyes
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4. |
my mother
03:38
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She seems pretty close when I look in the rearview
And it’s like she can see right through
The camera lens
They all say I look like she did at nineteen
With a pair of black jeans
And flower stems
But my mother is clean and wearing a white dress
And I’m a work in progress
So to speak
And every kiss I see in the photographs
Is something I wish she had
Every time she felt weak
I sit at the river in her old swim suit
In a painting of greens and blues
And tangerines
I peel back the rind with my bitten down fingernails
And the rain turns to hail
It’s bittersweet
But my mother is cold and wearing a sweater
And I wanna act better
But it’s hard to sleep
And every loss I see on her bureau
I wish I could borrow
Every time she felt the need
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5. |
icarus
04:21
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‘Cause you’re an Icarus flying away
Never a Hercules saving the day
And sometimes you echo things
That don’t regard you anyway
If I had a dime
Even a penny for every time
You said you lived a melancholic life
I’d be rich as a king with a queen who could sting
You’ve learned to kindly kill
All the things that take out the thrill
But you still have to run uphill
‘Cause sometimes it’s still fun to get burned by the sun
So do not bite me
‘Cause you’re looking for a pack
Of wolves to run away with y
You’re not coming back
Now you’re throwing grenades
‘Cause you just have to get your way
Wish you had bolder things to say
Than “I’m living on the edge so it’s a disadvantage”
You told a little lie
So they’re hanging you out to dry
‘Cause they didn’t know you could fly
Past the silly little things, so they are taking your wings
And now I’m seeing which way you fly
And I can’t seem to pin you down
And now I’m seeing which way you turn
And I hope that you burn to the ground
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