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Stick-and-Poke Party
01:44
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Stick and poke party
we don't care
I'm gunna cut off
all my hair
stick and poke party
ooh hoo ooh
I'm so fucking
over you hoo hoo hoo
I'm wearing that pair
of shorts you hate
because I love the way
they make my fat hang
Stick and poke party
ooh hoo hoo
I'm so glad I never
shaved for you
stick and poke party
I'm changing my body
making it new
like it never fucking touched you
I wish I never fucking touched you
I should have never fucking touched you
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Lorem Ipsum
03:38
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In the basement we'll collage
Until our hands are full of paper cuts
National geographics
From the 1970's
Every month we'll write a letter
"Yes, hello, dear reader"
Let's haunt the bookstore after hours
We'll drink and dance and ride our bikes in packs
When the seasons change
We'll find ourselves between
Stacks of novels
Making magazines
Now and then I think of you
Existential, ephemeral
Thoughts collect inside my head
Goodbye Boston, goodbye home
But there's not much to leave behind
It's a shame we fell apart
Just like paper cut-outs
Now and then I think of you
But what was I supposed to do?
September
October
November
December, December
When the seasons change
We'll find ourselves between
Stacks of novels
Making magazines
Now and then I think of you
The seasons change so fast
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Winter Blooms
04:16
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Winter left terrain so stiff
I dig into my fingertips
I sow my seeds into the wounds
Why haven't they bloomed?
the morning that you left
i woke up with a nosebleed
the radiator growled and
the streets were full of snow
looking out toward the highway
i heard the dawn expand
creeping fingers 'round the curtian
blocking out the morning glow
the motel where we lived
was overgrown with lichen
the floors a shifting plane
of slate and wild thyme
i felt your presence flee
felt your hands release my shoulders
as the morning stayed its course
along the highway centre line
the snow continued falling
increasing with the dawn
and inside our rented forest
i washed my face alone
i gathered on our bed
the remainder of your clothing
i set fire to your exhaustion
and i packed my car for home
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I'll be everybody's friend
Fake a smile to pay the rent
Till my smiles are all spent
Another day left another dent
Another night spent at home
Spooning my cat alone
Why am I so tired all the time?
Is this just what adulthood is like?
Barely left my bed today
How is it already so late?
Anxiety can make this house a prison
Pinning me underneath the weight
Of all the lives that I'm not living
Is this just what adulthood is like?
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Gross Crush
02:56
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You know I tried to dye my pubes
Your favourite shade of blue
It kind of just looked weird
And I was too embarrassed to show you
There are so many different ways to rebel these days
But when I kiss your face I feel the revolution in you, babe
You lit a fire in my cheeks and
Now I'm blushing
You shook an earthquake in my knees
Now I'm stumbling
You filled my head with honeybees
My mind is buzzing
When I am around you I get so giddy it's disgusting
When you gave me a ride on your handlebars
The roads were icy, we were recklessly dodging cars
Your face pressed against mine
My blood was pumping so fast
You excite a part of me I never knew I had
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Hey, where's the beer store? Hey, where's the war?
You look so good in your camo shorts
I see you on the street, I see you on the train
Wearing gym clothes, what's your name?
Mesh shorts, leg hair driving me crazy
You're yuppie jock scum but your look still slays me
I see you in the city
Coming from the gym, coming from the court
You sit down across from me on the subway
You're wearing those mesh shorts
Don't gaze me bro, I'll gaze you back
I'll gaze you back with my feminist gaze
My feminist gaze got this bro fazed
Just shut up and let me watch you
Deconstruct my desire
Deconstruct your attire
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